"...you can make breakfast?" Sirius blinked. "But you are tiny!" Was that an insult to the boy? He didn't mean for that, but... Well. He was tiny! He frowned, running a hand through Harry's hair again, smoothing it down a little. Of course it wouldn't stay down. So much James' son. "You don't have to make breakfast. I'll take care of that."

Somehow. He didn't know how yet. "I don't always sleep so well, you know? I get nightmares a lot."