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You're a jealous, territorial prick, so that makes sense," Remus replies, helplessly amused.

Remus has been all about his own personal comforts as of late. A lot of self-soothing techniques have reemerged into his life since Sirius has been gone.

Remus, who associates vulnerability of any kind—physical, emotional, or otherwise—with weakness, has always appreciated that he never really has to be vulnerable with Regulus to have a deep, meaningful connection between them.

I was homeless for nearly two weeks when I first ran away, and I genuinely thought I was going to die. I almost went home."

Secrets Remus never knew, some of them that most people wouldn't even be ashamed of.

"I wish I had befriended Pandora in school, but I was scared.

"I'm hopelessly, pathetically in love with James Potter.

I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I want to marry him; I would marry him tomorrow if he asked, and I've been running from marriage my whole life," Regulus murmurs, and his entire face erupts into a bloom of red.

Trust is a choice, and I should have made it with you long ago. I'm sorry that I didn't; I'm sorry that I wasn't sure how.

Regulus hums and softly says, "Love is a currency of which I'm in a short supply, and I don't have many people I could ever claim to love in any capacity, but you are one of them."