Their words were perfect. "He's alright?" A smile settled onto his lips. "He's alright."
His eyes slipped closed when James mentioned rest, and he nodded, still leaned up against his best friend's shoulder, despite the pillows behind him. He was warm enough, with the clothes and the blankets Lily had brought a distant second to the warmth and joy of having them near.
And for the first time in far, far too long, Sirius drifted off to sleep with the scent of James Potter dancing in his nostrils.