[The adrenaline spike has him tensing to bolt, he's even halfway sitting up before he realizes why, but the pain in Sirius' voice has him curling into himself. He wants to pull his arm back, hide the Mark back beneath layers and layers of cloth, why hadn't he remembered, he hadn't ever wanted...]
I didn't want you to see.
[He finally forces himself to tip his head up, to look at Sirius' face in the dark. Does he hate him now? Now that he has the proof of how deeply Regulus had buried himself?]
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I didn't want you to see.
[He finally forces himself to tip his head up, to look at Sirius' face in the dark. Does he hate him now? Now that he has the proof of how deeply Regulus had buried himself?]
Don't look at it. Sirius. Don't.