"All part of that dastardly plan I had to steal your virtue away, don't you know? The one I didn't know I had." Quiet chuckles turned into warm, rolling laughs. "I would never have lasted a week in Slytherin." He smirked. "Too nice."
Remus' fingers stilled along with Regulus' breath before retracing the path his nails had just made, this time a soft brush of fingertips. "I remember," he said just as softly, twining the fingers of his other hand with those of Regulus' hand over it.
"That seems like a cold term," Remus said thoughtfully. "Spares, as though they're less because they came second. You're hardly a spare or an extra." He shook his head. "Sorry, it just struck me for a moment, the use of the word."
The smirk brought another laugh from Remus and a smile. "We can try it again. You promised to show me more colours if we did it again."
Remus sighed again. "I know I should be happy with the thought of potentially being close to a cure. For the others, it is. But, I can't help wishing it won't come until long after I'm gone. And, I know it's selfish because I wish it only so I don't have to worry about it."