Regulus smiled as their noses brushed together. This was peace. This was what he wanted from his life. He didn't want chaos, he didn't want excitement, he didn't want murder and death. He just wanted this. He and Rabastan, together. Happy.
"I brought some snacks," he said, because he had every intention of staying up here as long as they could. Stepping back, his hands slid down Rabastan's arms, and he curled their fingers together, and then stepped back, so he could lead him over to the chaise lounge.
"Are you going to play for me?" he asked, eyeing Rabastan's violin case.