"Did I say that it was your fault?" Jake said back, shaking his head in disbelief. "No, I'm just pissed off that the old bastard did that to me. His fucking healer!"
He looked up at Regulus, then looked away. "Nevermind. I'll get over it."
Jake exhaled through his nose. "I'm aware of it; just everything you read about Dumbledore makes him sound like some sort of...bloody god. Voldemort, yeah I would expect it but from Dumbledore. I guess that's proof of how 'complacent' I am."
He still felt angry, even though Regulus said it wouldn't do any good. Jake couldn't help it, but hopefully the rest of the evening would make him forget about it.
And with Regulus' kiss, it started to and Jake smiled against Regulus' mouth, leaning in and wanting more. But it was over too quickly. Bugger.
Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair and making it stick up. "Alright, alright. But after this I just want to go out and not talk about it for the rest of the evening, yeah?"
His hands rested on Regulus' arse, holding the wizard in place as he thought. "He said - well he wanted me to come to Hogwarts and be the Healer there, which was amusing because there is no way I could tolerate all those brats in one place."
Jake chewed the inside of his cheek thinking more. "He was very talkative of Severus - spoke fondly of him. Very fondly."
And then he remembered the last thing, which made Jake look into Regulus' eyes. "And Dumbledore said that I hold a man's life in my hands. I'm pretty sure he meant you."