Pollux noted two more things in the span of their awkward handshake. One, Sirius was young, but not younger than Pollux himself. Two, he smelled of alcohol. Pollux disapproved silently, but kept his tongue in check. Had they not agreed to share a drink together, after all? What business was it of his if Sirius chose to drink alone?
Sirius. The son of Orion and Walburga? When did that happen? Pollux frowned slightly, troubled by the notion. He would agree to marry his daughter to her little cousin? But they threw rocks at Alphard, they'd throw rocks at the smaller children too. Oh god, but it was eighty-three years into the future and they were likely dead. But they were five, Alphard two and a half, Cygnus six months, and Orion a mere four months old, just yesterday. Pollux rubbed the spot between his eyes and steadied himself before he could panic.
It wouldn't be a good showing if he lost his nerve in front of Sirius and passed out.
"What are we drinking?" he asked. Best to distract himself. Best to distract Sirius then, too? He didn't look so good, but Pollux wasn't one to mention it. He noticed though, the storm brewing in Sirius' eyes. What did that mean? He'd mentioned Azkaban, murder. Oh god, this was his grandson.