Sirius once again tipped his head to look at Remus as he answered on their behalf.<br/>“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes flickering between different points of his husband’s face. He seemed to consider if life had been different had Sirius’ surname been different. Draco certainly wouldn’t be sat across from him.<br/>The ding of the preheated oven took him out of his reverie.<br/>“That’s me,” he thoughtlessly stated, straightening his posture, having otherwise relaxed into his seat.<br/>His hands on the edge of the table ahead of him, preparing to rise, Sirius’ eyes found Draco with an increased sense of attention. “Would you like to stay for dinner, Draco?”