[He's silent for a long time, he thinks, listening to the sounds of the house settling back into being occupied, focusing on the slow, steady rhythm against his back. He'd never been as tactile a person as Sirius, never reached out as much for it, never minded as much when he didn't touch people. But each sweep is grounding him just that much more, reminding him that he's here, he's safe, Sirius is here, Sirius is safe.
It's his left arm he reaches out with, to wrap around Sirius' chest, but his eyes are closed and he doesn't think about it.]
Are you?
[There's no one here but them, there's no reason to whisper, but it still feels like he should. Like they really are children again, and he's snuck down the hall to his brother's room and they need to whisper or risk being overheard and Regulus ordered back to his room.]
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It's his left arm he reaches out with, to wrap around Sirius' chest, but his eyes are closed and he doesn't think about it.]
Are you?
[There's no one here but them, there's no reason to whisper, but it still feels like he should. Like they really are children again, and he's snuck down the hall to his brother's room and they need to whisper or risk being overheard and Regulus ordered back to his room.]