"Sirius," Faelan whispered, a few moments after everyone else had, and instead of a sip of his water, he took another long drag on his cigarette. He remembered the first time he'd shared one with Sirius, when he was still just a lost kid who never thought he'd be kept, or that he would ever matter to anyone at all. Now he had friends, people who treated him almost like family, and he would be damned if he would let Sirius take all of that away with him. He owed it all to the man, but he didn't owe the man his soul.