Regulus sighed happily as Remus' arms closed around him. Remus was a lot stronger than he seemed, and he probably should have been a little more worried about being so relaxed around a dark creature, something that he would have never done with another werewolf. "I like my Quidditch, and Sirius wants me to play. Besides, they might play, but I'm still a Slytherin. I know a trick or two."
He squeezed Remus' hand. "You need to do more shopping if you've forgot." It was nice to sit here, and talk, nice to feel so completely calm. Nice and disconcerting that in such short time, he could forget all about vigilance and distrust, and slid even more backwards, resting against Remus even more. "Don't worry about James. I doubt he cares when we do it. Set your schedule and then I'll let him know what time to come here."
He shook his head. "It doesn't sound horrible at all. You thought of him as a friend, and he betrayed you. You also trust people. It doesn't hurt if you assume that everyone is going to lie to you." He kissed Remus' cheek. "You matter, Remus, and Pettigrew is an idiot. Stop thinking about him."
Regulus smiled at the kiss. "We have many things to cover. You might be stuck with me for a long time."