"Don't worry about it," Hamilton insisted; of course he understood why it was necessary, and in the current circumstances he was hardly expecting anyone to be playing the perfect host.
At the mention of tea, Hamilton had been about to decline, really not wanting him to feel like he had to keep on hosting, but then he caught on. It was better to be busy and somewhat useful than just stand about waiting, and that aside, he wasn't wrong about the sugar. "Yeah, good for the shock, isn't it? Sure, I'll take a cup then," he nodded, allowing him that task at least
Philip had the situation quite under control, being the sweetest little friend in the world kneeling by Sirius and talking about the poems he'd learned with Mr Leyton. And Alexander was very relieved to hear the news from Arcturus that soon followed.
"Excellent!" he nodded as Black explained what the solution was to be. "Oh, of course, you don't have to thank me for that. You're very welcome. You know, it's... not always a bad thing to ask for help, it takes a strong man to recognise when he needs it, you know?" he told him. He wasn't meant to feel proud of him, he wasn't old enough to be his father quite, and yet he was proud. Maybe like an older brother would be.
Meanwhile, Remus hadn't wasted any time in reaching the Black residence. He apparated to outside the correct apartment, and walked inside, remembering the set up from the party he'd been to years ago now for him. He began to walk up the hill, and into the gardens, before eventually reaching the actual house where he could announce his presence with a knock.