The two of you sat next to a pull. His eyes flick over to you, scanning your expression in the dim starlight, quiet for a moment before he speaks.

"You scared me, you know." The words aren't accusatory — they're soft, like the night air wrapping around the tower. "Standing that close to the edge like that... Merlin, Sirius." He lets out a slow breath, brushing a bit of hair out of your face, the touch grounding.

"I know you didn't mean for me to find you, and I’m not going to ask anything you're not ready to say."

He shifts slightly, shoulder pressed gently to yours. "But I’m here. No matter what’s going on in that brilliant, reckless head of yours. I’m not leaving."

His eyes meet yours — steady, warm, and unwavering.

"You don’t have to be okay right now. Just… stay. Here. With me."