"Yes, I got that much," he answered with a smile. "You'd be hardly be awake if you could relax enough to sleep."
He ran his fingers through Remus' hair, before rubbing his neck gently. "You're too tense," he murmured, while he let Remus talk, telling him what was wrong.
Regulus sighed at the admission, although he wasn't surprised. Remus had a martyr complex as big as Hogwarts. He slipped out of Remus' arm and straddle him while he leaned down, his face hovering over his lover. "Listen to me. You did not do anything wrong. It's not your fault. This is the Dark Lord's fault. He did this, not you. Even if it could have been seen, it's not your place, but her parents. They should have seen, not you."
He kissed him again. "You shouldn't have done anything, and you aren't stupid at all." He had questions about signs and what Remus could have seen, but it was for later. Now, it was more important to convince him that he wasn't the guilty party here. "Remus, you need to believe me."