It was so very tempting to move to the bed, sit next to Regulus and run a soothing hand over his hair; it would be so easy to slip into the default mode of taking care of Regulus. But, in reality, the man had earned his hangover and Remus didn't think the care would be appreciated anyway. After all, he'd felt the need to get drunk and fall asleep on the grounds rather than come to bed with Remus. What did that say about how much his lover needed Remus' comfort at the moment?
"Yes, I know," he said tersely. Privately, he thought Regulus was lucky Harry had decent enough reflexes to stun him and then catch him. But, again, more words he couldn't say because Regulus didn't want to hear about Potters or Weasleys. "Perhaps I did. Honestly, I don't care right now what his motives are. He gave me the choice; I chose to bring you here. I'm more concerned with the fact you were drunk and alone and the only time I'm ever seen you like this was when you were keeping things inside that were troubling you. I'll worry about whatever motives Harry might have for extending the favour after I know you're all right."