"Absolutely," Remus whispered back with a conspiratorial wink. "We can set the house down right in that open space between the lake and the pitch, the one you can see from my office windows. Best view on the grounds."
Smiling, he brushed his fingers through the front locks of Regulus hair before turning the gesture into a light caress along his jaw. "I am and I do. I feel comfortable here. Not just in the library, either," he added, teasing gently. "It feels like home, especially with all of us here."
Remus shook his head. "We'll keep that idea for later if we decide to quit. Right now, we can use the time to make up lists of all the things we want to do -- besides swimming and testing werewolf lung capacity or hunting down caravans most likely long since disbanded."
Shifting so Regulus could be more comfortable against him, Remus thought for a moment and then decided to ask for the one thing he wanted to know most. It wasn't how he'd ever intended to bring up the subject, but he was honestly curious even beyond other concerns. Most importantly, he wanted to know Regulus, really know him. And this was a large part of who Regulus was. "Is something more general all right? We talk a lot about traditions and I have a good idea of what some of those might be. But, I'm curious about the specifics, the things from your childhood that are important for you to pass on to your own children some day."