Well, at least that was honest. At least he was hearing it from Regulus, not Greyback, no matter the reason. And, Remus had to admit it took courage for Regulus to tell him, even though it was to essentially cover his own arse.
"I deserved to know, Regulus. No matter how much it hurts, I deserved to hear the truth from you because knowing you hid this from me hurts the worst of all. Is there anything else? Anything else about me or my past or whatever vendetta Greyback has with my family that you've been avoiding telling me? I'd rather hear it all now than have to wonder if another shoe is going to drop next week. I don't think I could take it."
Strangely, despite what Regulus said, it did change things to hear him talk of it. The pain of knowing the man he loved had been responsible for his father's death didn't exactly lessen. But, somehow, knowing his parents' deaths had been the first chink in the armour, had been the cause of that first moment of doubt that led Regulus away from Voldemort, that actually helped. Knowing the death had been done to end the torment, that helped as well.
Although, it still would have been easier if he could have simply hated the other man. He wouldn't feel so conflicted over the fact that he did still love Regulus.
"I guess that answers the question I had before about whether or not I was turned on purpose," he said dryly, wondering if his future self had been taunted with his parents' deaths when he was told who had turned him.
Closing eyes, he leaned into the hand at his cheek unconsciously. When he opened them, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly before nodding. He stood, then, awkwardly as he was still wrapped in the blanket. Taking a step toward the bed, he held out a hand to his lover. "Come sit with me."