"M'tired," Sirius mumbled, but he pushed himself to his feet at Peter's insistance.
He managed to stand for two wobbly seconds before slumping down, catching himself on his friends shoulder and resting his head against Peters neck.
"C'n I sleep now?" He asked plantivly. The room was spinning gently and Sirius wondered how Peter managed to stand so still. "Or, no." He furrowed his brow. He wasn't supposed to sleep, he was supposed to...