Sirius nodded, stepping away from the table. “You got it.”<br/>Making toast was wonderfully easy to do, and something he felt quite sure Draco wouldn’t have done for himself. Despite Draco’s age, he felt himself reverting to the same patterns of care and attention he displayed to kids much younger than him; it had certainly been years since he’d made Harry toast, but the thought of leaving Draco to fend for himself made Sirius’ heart ache.<br/>Putting over toast and water was quickly done.<br/>“Milk?” he asked, glancing over at Draco as he picked another mug off the shelf.