"...does that matter?" Sirius blinked and looked at Harry. "Are you tired, Harry?" He wasn't sure now. Did he not sleep enough? Sitting back down at the couch, he looked the boy over with concern. Had he messed him up somehow, already? He really hoped not. "He likes sleeping next to Padfoot."

Oddly, he felt safer in his animagus form when sleeping next to Harry. Less likely to expose the child to horrifying nightmares.