Regulus looked up and smiled. "You can kiss me as much as you want. Kissing does solve a lot of problems, but I like to see you blush." It was a reminder of how knew this way to Remus.
He listened, and he knew what Remus was trying to say, but he couldn't help but chuckled. "I still don't get how you were friends with Sirius. I'm pretty sure that if you had quoted that to him, the only word he'd have heard would be 'lay'." He sighed, as he put Sirius out of his mind. "Banishing the thoughts is a grave mistakes, I think, but we can put it aside for a while.
"You don't want my normal, Remus. My normal was made up of shags in the Slytherin common room while we all planned to get married. It means fucking different friends, because you don't want to get attached to anyone," he said. "Not many, mind you, because you can really trust, but never enough to make it serious." Not that it had worked completely. "I want to hear your normal."