[The extra space lets Regulus roll onto his back, scrub over his face with his hands, but he doesn't move away any more than that. He doesn't really want to. He'd had a nightmare and had snuck to Sirius' room to hide away from it, just the same after so many years. He hadn't thought anything could be the same after that long.]

He saved me. Kreacher. [He drops his hands and looks away, stares across the room at the little flying skeletons floating in front of Sirius' Gryffindor Quidditch banner.] The Dark Lord almost killed him, and laughed about it when he came back. And I know you always hated him, but he was my friend, and I was so...angry.