Regulus flinches visibly, shifting in the chair to pull up one knee and wrap his arms around it, still braced against, well, nothing. It doesn't seem to matter that he can't feel the chair, or that he can go through it easily, he can still sit how he likes, all the little lanky postures he'd folded himself into when he was alive.

It's just happened, he thinks, for Remus their fight has just happened. There's no other reason he'd be avoiding looking at him. Now he does regret not just leaving him in peace, but he can't go now. Not if Remus hasn't realized yet.

"I think I can safely say that you were right. About..." He sighs, scrubs fingers through ghostly-damp hair. "Everything. I should have listened."