"It was very much a concern. Your side wasn't the only one dying. My father died. Sirius was gone. There was very much a concern of bringing a child into the world and soon. History showed that it was a valid concern since I died at eighteen and the oldest wizarding family became extinct." Regulus snorted in a very unbecoming way. "Sirius likes your family, not family. It comes with all the bells and whistles without any of the responsibilities. He doesn't have to worry about getting up at night, or making sure the child is properly raised, or reaching a compromise. He gets to have all the fun and you do all the work and when he doesn't like something, he can whine some more how no one likes him. Come on, Evans, how can you not see that?"
He smiled. "See, that's some of the memories that changed too. They were in my house, with a house-elf, a large house. That's why I think we all got memories, but it'd be wrong to presume that we know what the other person went through. That's why I was asking the question about Sirius. I wonder how much it's my personality and how much is yours."
Regulus gestured to a chair. "If we're going to talk, you might as well get comfortable. And yes, that must have been a bitter twist of events." Her answers told him everything that he needed. "Then it was definitely my personality and not yours. I wouldn't view a grown man's childish behaviour as good practice, but as his inability to grow the bloody hell up." He frowned at the question. "Are you out of your mind? Never and she would have been hexed if she tried. A marriage is a serious thing and if she or Sirius can't respect it, then they will understand through hexing. Why would you let him? Seriously, why?"