Regulus hadn't gotten the message, he hadn't even been aware that was much of a gesture made. He was starving, both figuratively and literally. All his mind could focus on now was the presence of a less-than-threatening looking wizard and the bread. Did magic have a smell? He could almost swear it did. Wafting sweetly beneath the heavy aroma of baked goods packed into a pouch --and altogether, it was heavenly.
His stomach lurched, and as the man had tried to escape further communication Regulus followed. It hadn't been a completely conscious decision, but, rather, his feet had picked up and reeled forward before he could stop them. Though, as he slowly became aware of what he was doing, he found that he wasn't all that opposed to the action. Maybe if he were lucky, the stranger would feel compelled, if not guilted, into sharing at least something. Even if it was only the opportunity to see magic once more. Reg missed that like nothing other.
"I saw you." His voice crackled from behind dry lips, a hoarse whisper; pathetic to what it had once been. The same determination and shrill-sharp bossiness was present, however. A tiny song of the Regulus that had once lived, hiding somewhere in the shadow of Thomas' voice. "I saw it." He faltered momentarily, feeling a surge of desperation come over him. "Tell me I saw it." He wanted to know that it had been real.