[They're close enough that Regulus can feel the change in Sirius' breathing as he starts to wake. He tries to sit up, to give him a little space, but Sirius hasn't loosened his arms and there's no space to be had.
There's a little guilty stab at that, and he remembers how uncomfortable this house makes his brother, that it's never been a home to him, even if Regulus feels like he can really relax for the first time in months now that he's home.]
Sorry. [It's soft, and into his neck, Regulus curling up a little with the word.] I shouldn't have made you stay. I know you hate it here.
you're not my real dad! >:(
There's a little guilty stab at that, and he remembers how uncomfortable this house makes his brother, that it's never been a home to him, even if Regulus feels like he can really relax for the first time in months now that he's home.]
Sorry. [It's soft, and into his neck, Regulus curling up a little with the word.] I shouldn't have made you stay. I know you hate it here.