No, no, no, Sirius, no. [It's rapid-fire, sharp whispers as Regulus scrambles to wrap his free arm around Sirius' shoulders and shakes his head, leaning in, anything to show that he's here, he's here, he's alive. That thing on his arm and everything that surrounded it, it hasn't stopped him.]
I wanted to tell you, as soon as it happened I wanted to tell you you were right about everything, I wanted to start running and never stop, I hate it, I'm sorry, I never wanted you to have to look at it.
[He's tugging weakly at his arm, even though Sirius' grip is bruisingly tight and he'll never pull it free without fighting him off and he'd rather die, he'd rather die right now than lash out. But it's awful, stark and almost smug curled beneath his skin, a claim Regulus will never be able to shed, and one he'd never wanted to burden Sirius with. He wears the wraps to avoid drawing attention to it, to avoid accidentally seeing it, and if he'd been more careful...
If he'd been more careful, maybe he could have kept Sirius from hurting like this.]
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I wanted to tell you, as soon as it happened I wanted to tell you you were right about everything, I wanted to start running and never stop, I hate it, I'm sorry, I never wanted you to have to look at it.
[He's tugging weakly at his arm, even though Sirius' grip is bruisingly tight and he'll never pull it free without fighting him off and he'd rather die, he'd rather die right now than lash out. But it's awful, stark and almost smug curled beneath his skin, a claim Regulus will never be able to shed, and one he'd never wanted to burden Sirius with. He wears the wraps to avoid drawing attention to it, to avoid accidentally seeing it, and if he'd been more careful...
If he'd been more careful, maybe he could have kept Sirius from hurting like this.]