They weren’t sure what it was about the Welshman, but he had settled deep into their bones in a way that no one ever had before. Sirius had known he was special the first time they saw him. Every meeting since had only confirmed it. He was warm and kind and comforting and gorgeous. Sometimes his words stuck together and it was so endearing that Sirius could scream. And he was always wearing khakis or corduroy pants like he had never heard of blue jeans. And his  fucking sweaters. 