[The wraps. Regulus raises his arms to look at them as if seeing them for the first time. It was a coincidence that he'd used white instead of black, the sheet he'd torn apart the moment he couldn't bear to look at the Mark anymore had been white, but Sirius doesn't know about that, does he? They must look alarming.]
No. I just didn't want to look at...at my arms anymore. I'm fine.
[Suddenly restless, he hops down and pulls out his wand, casting a few wordless cleaning spells to rid the kitchen of the dust that's collected since anyone had lived here, working around Sirius, giving him space. He'd be facing awkward questions soon enough, and he knows his brother's temper well enough to know it might not be far behind, but for now, they can work together at something quiet and practical.]
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[The wraps. Regulus raises his arms to look at them as if seeing them for the first time. It was a coincidence that he'd used white instead of black, the sheet he'd torn apart the moment he couldn't bear to look at the Mark anymore had been white, but Sirius doesn't know about that, does he? They must look alarming.]
No. I just didn't want to look at...at my arms anymore. I'm fine.
[Suddenly restless, he hops down and pulls out his wand, casting a few wordless cleaning spells to rid the kitchen of the dust that's collected since anyone had lived here, working around Sirius, giving him space. He'd be facing awkward questions soon enough, and he knows his brother's temper well enough to know it might not be far behind, but for now, they can work together at something quiet and practical.]