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"Who have you shagged?" Regulus asks bluntly, and Remus yelps, tipping over the cup of espresso into the drain carrier underneath, hissing as the dripping espresso hits his hand because he fumbles to right the cup again.

"Oh, but it is. You can't focus. You keep drifting off in your own head and smiling. Even your sighs are soppy."

"Being observant is a prison of which I cannot free myself from."

He'd been a bit drunk, admittedly, and it was at that point that he realized Remus either had to be his best friend for life, or he had to die. He knew too much.

"Talking to you is always a bit like playing chess."

"You are," Regulus insists, no-nonsense.

"Go on, you know you want to talk about it. Was it nice? Was he nice? Handsome? Anyone I know?"

"So, he wooed you with books, then? Decent strategy, I'll admit. You, Lupin, are hilariously predictable."

Bold enough to say yes when he admitted that he didn't actually take the tube because his flat was close by, and would I like to see it?" He clears his throat. "As it turns out, yes, I did like seeing it."

"You whore," Regulus says, tucking his smile away at the corners of his mouth.