"Fine, we were both out of line, but since I'll never apologise, you can do the same, so we'll get along just fine," he answered, smiling.
"All of that would have been nice, except that you're talking about Severus who's not nice and doesn't observe any form of social courtesy. I might like the man, but I hold no illusions on the matter." Regulus started to relax a slowly and talking became easier. "No, Severus was really not your past, more like someone in the periphery of it. I'm telling you to get rid of things that don't truly belong to you. My brother does, and as such, you need to deal with him, even if I stand by my original observation that he is a self-centred prick."
Regulus stepped closer. "I don't want to be friends like you are with him. I think I'd rather knock and be more considerate of your feelings in the matter."
He lowered his eyes, thinking. "Strangely, slightly better. I know it's horrible to say, but I thought he had invited everyone else and not me. Learning that he's the same thoughtless arse he was as a kid is almost comforting." He looked back up at Remus. "It still feels wrong. They are two men, they shouldn't and he's the heir of the Black family. There is so much that it's wrong about this."