Sirius' arms wound around her in return and he remained silent as they stood there, his lips and nose now buried against the top of her hair. At that moment, he truly felt as though he could have melted against her, become a happy part of her for eternity. It was perfect. No harsh words, no glares, no glass shattering above one of their heads, just nothing but the two of them, the unspoken truce they had seemed to call and the soothing audible caress of the ocean. All he had wanted for so long was just five minutes of something like this, five minutes where no one was being harsh, and no one was worried that this would mean something more than it did. Even though to him, it did. It meant a lot. It meant that she was willing to compromise, to bend a little bit to give him what he wanted even though he doubted she would ever say that out loud.
It meant that he too would have to learn to bend. Especially where Arcturus was concerned, as he seemed to be the source of great discontent where they were concerned.
He remained silent as they stood there wrapped around one another, more than content, more than satisfied with just holding on to the only thing that he had ever wanted enough to be willing to give up everything he had to have. And he would do just that, stand there and hold her, caressing her hair and smoothing his hands over her back in tandem until she was ready to move away from him.