Balling the butcher paper into a tight ball and aiming at the bin, Regulus smiled proudly to himself as it hit its target before looking back at his brother. Listening intently to what Sirius said, he felt his lips turn downwards into a frown. He couldn't claim to be an expert on werewolves, and Sirius definitely had the upper hand, but from what Regulus had been told of the situation, his brother had somehow managed to calm the beast that Remus became. His absence must have obviously had a negative effect. The fact that Remus was alone too...
"This might be a long shot," Regulus began quietly, thinking through what he was about to say, "But is there any way we could send him something? Or even bring him here?" It was dangerous to be in a group, he knew that. The fact that he and Sirius were still together was a risk. Adding someone else who was hunted to the mix would be inviting danger to their door. But Regulus had spent over a year on the run alone, and it did nothing for one's sanity. He couldn't confess to knowing Sirius' friend, but nobody deserved to be alone. Dangerous or not.