Remus couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Please, I'm remembered as a war hero for a war I never fought. I suspect, from the things you don't say, you had more impact than I ever did in the one I can remember." Still, it was impossible not to smile at least a little bit at being called Regulus' boyfriend, despite feeling out of sorts now. "I know you wouldn't pity me. That's why I'm willing to talk about it with you. It's not like it's a great secret, or something I'm ashamed of. I just hate the looks I get when people hear about the 'poor werewolf'. It's sort of the same as when people learn someone's blind, so they shout at them as though they were deaf too. Mostly, I just want you to know I'll tell you about it if it will help you understand. You're trying to remember something that I've really never told you about and I won't let you blame yourself for not knowing what I've never shared."
Shaking his head, Remus reached out for Regulus' hand, to entwine their fingers in a gesture that had become almost synonamous with comfort to him, maybe to tug the other man closer as well. "It's all right. I shouldn't be as touchy about it." He offered his lover a shy, apologetic smile. "I guess I've just gotten used to thinking of you as the one who understands me the best. I forget it's really only been a couple months that we've been together and you can't know everything."
Biting his lip, he also bit back a sigh. "I wasn't going to blame anything or anyone. That would be rather hypocritical of me, I think, considering how hard I've worked to get people to see me, not some mythical wolf-other controlling me. I was merely pointing out that she has changed, that she's not the same girl we knew, for whatever reason, be it the spell that was used or something inside her that just needed that much of an excuse to show itself. I'm not Harry, who thinks she can be 'fixed' or put back together as she was, rather than trying to deal with who she's become."