"And you're my world," Regulus said easily. And it was the same. Rabastan always had been. Ever since they were small children, Rabastan had been his best friend. And he still was his best friend now, but he was so much more than that as well.
"I like being your muse." He adored listening to Rabastan play, whether it was something old and familiar, or something new, something Rabastan had just composed.
A knock at the door, light and polite had him looking up. "That must be the food," he said, uncurling from Rabastan, albeit reluctantly.