It's one thing to stop worrying about things one can't control and another to try to prevent things that can be controlled, or at least somewhat prevented, Sirius thinks. But he's tired of arguing and Kieren is warm and quiet in his arms and, truthfully, all he wants is to sleep and hope the morning makes things a bit brighter.

"You think I don't already spend huge amounts of my time doing that?" he asks, his voice lightly teasing as he ducks to press a kiss to the top of Kieren's head. "Why do you think I worry so much? Not very used to getting to keep those things I hold dear."