"No," Remus said, shaking his head and laughing softly. "You've been perfectly clear. But, as you said, two months isn't enough to erase a lifetime of thought patterns." The idea of being wanted was a foreign one to Remus, as foreign as it seemed being truly wanted for himself was for Regulus.
He leaned over again, both hands coming up to cradle Regulus' flushed cheeks between them, and kissed him again, hot and slow with an edge of sweetness. "You are so much more than someone's prize to be won," he murmured, nipping lightly at the lower lip he'd wanted so badly to suck on when it was pouting at him four nights ago. "Brilliant and sexy, not for your name or your station, but because of who you are, the way you light up when you laugh, or the intense look in your eyes when you're focused on something. You can make me blush like a schoolboy -- something I thought I'd lost the capability to do ages ago -- just at the realization of how much you want me as well."
Pulling back a fraction, he brushed a lock of hair from Regulus' brow. "You might be stuck with a little bit of the worrying about you, comes with the caring part." They weren't going to solve the issues with Sirius between themselves over brunch and this was about them, not Sirius. So, Remus let that subject go all together.