"Yes, and since we know Severus cares so much for me," he said with a snort. "I was playing, okay? I'm sorry it started all of this. That's my fault, but I figured he would be safe, because you knew that I didn't want him and he didn't want me. I don't want your apology, Remus. God, I don't even want you to stop being jealous. I just don't want you to be jealous to the point that you'll kill someone." He sighed, as he tried to make order of things in his own head. I was harder with Remus than it was with everyone else.
"I thought we could ply around with this and I was wrong, obviously. I just had a very good morning, and I won't hide that I love when you get possessive. Hell, you're hot. When you start commiserating yourself, not so much. I'd rather you yell at me than this. You don't have to apologize for how you feel, Remus. I don't want that. I- I don't even know what I want." This would be so much easier if he didn't care. He'd be satisfied with the apology; he'd probably push for one, just because he could, enjoying the win. It didn't work this way with Remus, and the apology often left him more upset that he had pushed Remus to this point. Regulus squeezed Remus' hand. "I made too many assumptions and t was stupid."
He was going to regret ever saying those words, because this wasn't the first time that Remus used them to stop him from going anywhere. "Can we not do it now, then? I'm not ready for you starting the martyr act. I fucked up, you were right, accept that you were right, hex me, whatever, but don't start with the 'it's all my fault' speech. We can discuss Potter, assorted Weasleys and why you always need to defend them some other time, when you aren't ready to throw yourself under a dragon, which leads us no where, because I won't ask you and it won't have any impact on the next discussion we have."