"I do like it here. This country was home for many years, I was safe here during a time when I couldn't have been safe in our world. But, places are transient, temporary, not nearly as static as people would have you believe. It's the people in those places that make them meaningful." Remus' smile softened further, his eyes seeking Regulus'. "It's not the woods or the clearing that I will remember, but you, your trust."
Chuckling he smirked teasingly. "Given I rarely talk to your brother about books, I'm not sure that theory works in light of what that pair of miscreants sent!"
Soft laughter turned into a soft inhalation at his lover's touch. It didn't seem to matter that it had been six weeks. There were just certain ways Regulus touched him that sent shivers along his spine, simple touches that set fire to his blood. Leaning closer until they were forehead to forehead, one hand gripping Regulus' arm gently, he sighed in remembered relief from earlier that morning when he'd feared losing this connection utterly. "I'm glad of that because I will always talk to you, about anything."
Taking pity on the poor man, Remus stopped teasing him about the Muggle clothes. Although he thought Regulus looked very good in the clothes he was wearing, Remus could tell Regulus hated them. It made it all the more touching that he'd worn them for Remus. "We'll find you something a little more casual that isn't denim and still befits a Black, promise. I might know a couple places in London that cater to wizards needing to be in the Muggle world for whatever reason. We can go after classes tomorrow or Friday, if you like."