"I've taught you to be a pain in the arse, have I?" he asked, because he didn't know how else to deal with this. The emotions were so overwhelming that his stomach was tied in knots; it was so bad that he thought he'd throw up from the tension.
"Don't you get it? I don't want to do that. You are... You're such a good person, and it doesn't matter that you know or guess. It doesn't matter what you are. You can rise above all of that, and I don't want you to deal with all of this, not when you can't do anything about it." Regulus sighed, because Remus seemed to want to miss the point, but he also was making it all too easy to lean against him.
"They wouldn't find her body if I killed her," he muttered, because really how stupid did Remus think he was? Regulus pulled back slightly so he could look at Remus. "Don't worry, I'm not planning to kill her. I'd never threaten someone I really wanted to kill It's too idiotic."
He sighed. "This isn't solving anything. It's just making us miserable. Being myself isn't going to change things; it's not going to erase who we are, who our friends are, and I don't know how to forget the past few days and pretend that everything is fine and that we're happy." He smiled a little "I almost wish that you had gone to one of those stupid teas. Then we wouldn't have had that discussion."
Regulus kissed Remus' cheek, a soft goodbye. "I'm not predicting. I'm using your reactions as a guide. The moment I said what I really thought about the Potters, you got upset, we fought and he left. You don't want to know what I really think. You want the lies. Sunday proved that. Maybe that was another reason why I got upset. Let it go; it's best for everyone."
It took some strength, mostly mental to break away from Remus' hold. "I need to go back. I still have to fix my office and then I have to finish that book. I'll see you at breakfast. Goodbye, Remus."