[His mind is more settled when it's hemmed in by these walls he remembers so well. He can focus on one thing at a time now. He focuses on Kreacher leaving, listens to his muttering, but there isn't anything more about Sirius in particular. It's a start.
Then he focuses on Sirius, and it's obvious he's uncomfortable in his own skin in this house, and it makes Regulus frown a little, but Sirius had brought them here. It's safe to talk here, for now. The house is even more secure with Blacks inside it.]
I should eat.
[Said as a polite acknowledgement that food is often a good idea. Now that they're home, he unfolds himself from his traveling cloak, absently smoothing down the edges of the white cloth that neatly wraps both his forearms, and hops up to sit on a marble countertop. This had occasionally been allowed, and he's been through horrors since they were boys, but there's still a delicious sense of disobeying the rules.]
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Then he focuses on Sirius, and it's obvious he's uncomfortable in his own skin in this house, and it makes Regulus frown a little, but Sirius had brought them here. It's safe to talk here, for now. The house is even more secure with Blacks inside it.]
I should eat.
[Said as a polite acknowledgement that food is often a good idea. Now that they're home, he unfolds himself from his traveling cloak, absently smoothing down the edges of the white cloth that neatly wraps both his forearms, and hops up to sit on a marble countertop. This had occasionally been allowed, and he's been through horrors since they were boys, but there's still a delicious sense of disobeying the rules.]