"Andie," Sirius breathed out as he hugged her back. "She wasn't too rough on you, was she? Still got all your fingers and toes?"
Sirius just held on, not at all certain how to say God, I was so afraid and I almost did something stupid but for you, anything or even don't ever fucking scare me like that again or I shall never ever speak to you or maybe I'll talk to you but beat you bloody like you thrashed me soundly or any of the million and one things. Instead, he concentrated on the fact that she looked whole. "We look like a right pair of saps, hugging in the doorway. We should move it in a step or two."
With that, he squeezed her tightly and then, without warning, picked her up and moved her inside so that he could kick the door shut. He then set her back down. "There, that's better." It was only after he was able to pause for a moment that he realised that maybe she was just healing and that he hadn't exactly done the smartest thing in the world. "Didn't bruise you up or anything, did I?"