Shared Misery

Sirius raised a brow, and patiently watched as she reacted to the sight of him. Was she… still drunk? Surely not. He huffed slightly in laughter at the beautiful sight of her amusement. He shook his head, and gave her a moment to regain her composure, tossing around his old-lady shawl with the motion.

“I’m open to suggestions” he said, crawling free of the last of the coats with a sigh and a stretch of his muscles. He popped a few of his joints with the motion, and knew age and old wounds were slowly finding him.

He took a few short steps, and stopped in front of Io, blowing a soft gust of air over her nose. Some of the gift-food she received had been from Sirius himself. Less, since Roan had proposed to her.