WHO: Regulus and Dora WHEN: Friday night WHERE: Somewhere in Paris WHAT: Hangin' out RATING: TBD
It had been an emotional week for the two of them, though mostly for Dora, and Regulus was at a loss how to make things better. Not that he could, in some ways; the news about her mother and family had hit her hard. But still, he was doing his best to be available and comforting and kind, even though he couldn't help but feel that he wasn't terribly good at it.
He'd finally coaxed her out of her hotel room for a late supper, and now they were ambling down a path through a park, a shortcut back to their hotel. It was a mild enough night for mid-February, but Regulus, being Regulus, was hunched up under two jumpers and an overcoat, muffled with scarves, gloved hands shoved in his pockets. Even in another country he wasn't totally at ease, but he was in better humour than he usually was, anyway.
"What do you want to do next?" he asked, though he fully expected her to say she wanted to go to bed and not see him again for the rest of the weekend.