[Sirius doesn't arrive as abruptly as Castiel did, isn't capable of it (or at least, Taylor thinks), but it still seems like he simply appeared, the quick way he comes over, speaks to her, crouches down. Or maybe her senses are more slowed by the alcohol than she'd like to admit, especially now she's starting to wind down, tired out even further than before by all the people she's spoken to, by Castiel's visit. For a moment she just looks at Sirius like she has no idea what he's talking about, and then her gaze goes up to the ceiling, mind finally catching up - icicles, snow. Sirius was here to make it snow.
Her reaction, for a second, is just to tell him it didn't matter anymore. Castiel had taken the masks, hers and Tommy's, and she just wanted to sleep, even though she can't, hasn't slept properly in weeks. But she looks back down at him and there's something in his expression and the way he's crouching that reminds her of how their conversation had gone before. Reminds her of Padfoot. Her own dogs are settled around the room, quiet and despondent under the influence of her mood, and if she could change that, she would, in a heartbeat.]
Just-- [Her voice is rough and too-quiet; she stops and tries again.] Just snow.
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Her reaction, for a second, is just to tell him it didn't matter anymore. Castiel had taken the masks, hers and Tommy's, and she just wanted to sleep, even though she can't, hasn't slept properly in weeks. But she looks back down at him and there's something in his expression and the way he's crouching that reminds her of how their conversation had gone before. Reminds her of Padfoot. Her own dogs are settled around the room, quiet and despondent under the influence of her mood, and if she could change that, she would, in a heartbeat.]
Just-- [Her voice is rough and too-quiet; she stops and tries again.] Just snow.