Kirley knew the signs of a hangover, and he also knew the signs of bad dreams. Sirius had the look of a man with both. The younger man seemed determined to ignore it though, if the way he ruffled his hair and summoned a smile were anything to go by. Since Kirley had already determined he wasn't a therapist or a babysitter, he didn't comment on it. He and Sirius fucked, might possibly be sliding their way into being casual friends. They didn't need to get all emotional with each other. Kirley avoided that at all costs with anyone outside the band.
"If we were at the Bubble Palace I'd have some hangover potion for you, ut that doesn't seem to be a priority here," Kirley said, and while he understood it, he did think it was an oversight with the way some people here drank even when not at a club. "I know I am. You were pretty amazing yourself." This he was more comfortable with, even if there was something still off about the way Sirius smiled at him. Was he self conscious about the way he looked? His morning breath? Kirley had a feeling that Sirius wasn't used to waking up with someone else. "Hold on. I do know something that will help."
He didn't know much wandless magic, but there were a few spells he was spectacular at. One of those was a spell that freshened breath, and he cast it on them both. "Doesn't help much with a hangover, but it seems like the house elves anticipated our need." There was a glass of water on each night stand that the elves must have put there.