[ it feels better, once the covers are around them both, and regulus is pressed close, both arms tight around his middle, and sirius is able to scoop him up with both arms and hold tight.
it feels safe. warm. nostalgic. it makes him feel that if he just holds on hard enough he can keep regulus together, keep him from harm, the blankets like a shield around them, the silence of the night a little private bubble that no one can penetrate. the worst news is out there now, but what matters is that regulus is alive, he's alive, and he's come around, and together, somehow, they'll make this work, they'll fix this thing.
so after a few long moments of quiet, sirius at last begins to loosen his grip. he doesn't let go, but he's no longer crushing his brother desperately, he's just holding him, keeping him close, cloistered, safe. with his eyes closed, sirius exhales softly, the tension in his body eking away, and he's sinking into the thick mattress and bedding again, relaxed. when he speaks his voice is hoarse, but soft. ]
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it feels safe. warm. nostalgic. it makes him feel that if he just holds on hard enough he can keep regulus together, keep him from harm, the blankets like a shield around them, the silence of the night a little private bubble that no one can penetrate. the worst news is out there now, but what matters is that regulus is alive, he's alive, and he's come around, and together, somehow, they'll make this work, they'll fix this thing.
so after a few long moments of quiet, sirius at last begins to loosen his grip. he doesn't let go, but he's no longer crushing his brother desperately, he's just holding him, keeping him close, cloistered, safe. with his eyes closed, sirius exhales softly, the tension in his body eking away, and he's sinking into the thick mattress and bedding again, relaxed. when he speaks his voice is hoarse, but soft. ]
It's all right.