Lets have a talk

“That’s good, there's very few in the world you need to take such care with” he told her teasingly. It was hardly a secret that Sirius was possessive. He didn’t mind Io loving Death and Zee, and the kids he hoped soon to have. Past that? The world could burn, it would just add flavour to their kills.

Did he desire more sleep? Perhaps. He wasn’t sure how many hours he had gotten, enough to run on, at least. It was the offer to lie beside her, to take comfort in time with his sister, and to give her the same peace she offered him. But to take that risk? He knew he wouldn’t sleep. Of course, he didn’t have to tell her that. “Scooch over” he said, as he spread out his bulk a little more. When he truly stretched out, Io was like a child beside him, fitting into the crook of his stomach and shoulder. He forgot, sometimes, how small she was. Her spirit was big enough to challenge him and give him pause. He thought of how she had cowed him into obeying her medical advice, and smirked. She was the mouse that could scare the lions.