Sirius grinned, leaning into the kiss. He felt so incredibly lucky when Remus doted on him like that, just as giddy about it as he had been when they were teens.<br/>“It's been alright. He seems like a good kid,” he elaborated, his hesitation stemming more from mistrust in the family that had raised Draco than anything he had done wrong. They had touched on mixed race relationships, and Draco hadn’t said anything about it that warranted Sirius to stay alert. “His name's Draco, he’s Harry’s age.”<br/>Sirius paused, and in it, he listened for the sound of Draco’s voice; when the conversation seemed to be ongoing, Sirius felt reassured he could stay in Remus’ arms for another moment.<br/>“He’s been talking about going to a hotel.”<br/>The way Sirius dragged his words were intentional, not happy to see Draco spend the night on his own. Sirius had yet to offer Draco to stay, but he hoped Remus could fill in the blanks, reading into the inevitable.