Tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, Jake thought about it then huffed out in a small laugh.
"Yeah, I suppose that I am," he agreed, shrugging. "There is an element of trust of what I'm suggesting or asking. However, you were able to trust me at St. Mungo's, yes? With your life even," Jake said, looking Regulus in the eyes. "Whatever you can give me I'll take."
Jake exhaled. "I don't know. Frankly, none of us know what exactly is going on and why certain people are coming back. It goes against everything we've been taught as Healers - everything against the principles of magic too. You being here...Regulus, it's a total contradiction to the natural course of things. And it makes me wonder, for you to regain your life, who had to forfeit theirs?"
He sat down on the couch next to Regulus, still holding his wine glass as if it was a security blanket. Jake didn't think he was nervous around the other wizard, but their kiss had jostled him a bit. He didn't know why, but he wanted things between them to be perfect.
"I'm interested in seeing it, whenever you are comfortable in letting others inside. I could give you some names of places you could go to to refurnish and decorate, if you would like."
Jake relaxed into the couch. "Does Kreacher have any elf descendants that can replace him if he's that old?"