"You tend to be contrary even when you're not being murdered," he snapped back, because he would not let Sirius use this as a justification for what was normal behavior for him.
"I know. I still don't assume that you can be an adult, so it's not like I was expecting mature behavior. I was expecting to come home and tell me how miserable you were, sorted in the wrong house, being lonely without me and you couldn't wait to have me there. Instead you came home and told me how amazing your friends were and what a great time you were having. I expected you to consider that I'd been waiting for you, stuck with Mother in the house." Regulus sighed. "You never thought of me, not once. It was all James and Remus, oh and Peter, and what great friends they are. Merlin, I despised them before I ever met them. I don't think I've ever felt hatred until then, not even when Father would hex us as punishment."
Regulus put the cup down and turned to Sirius. "That's what I'm saying. You will always be a Gryffindor and I will always be a Slytherin, because no matter what some think, it's just how we see the world, but we can be more. We can be brothers. I want you to help me with the ring and the proposal. I want you to be here until we have a chance to make things up, and then- if you want to leave, I won't ask you to stay, but give us a chance, because we'll never have it back home. I'll be dead and you'll be a prisoner. SO let's take this opportunity."