Remus' grin was small and soft due to exhaustion, but still quick and easy. "I have a low bar for success." No blood -- his own or anyone else's. No frantic healing spells to keep him from bleeding out from self-inflicted wounds. He added able to joke with his new lover afterward to that list as well. He hadn't necessarily been expecting to see Regulus waiting for him at the castle entrance that morning. But, it warmed him through to See the younger man standing there.
Chuckling, he raised a hand in mock surrender. "Some people might consider it an invasion of their privacy to have someone stay in their space when they weren't there." They'd only been together for just over a week, after all. Remus didn't want to presume or make Regulus feel obligated to look after him. Living with a werewolf could be exceptionally draining on the non-werewolf partner, having to take care of them each month. Remus had seen it in his mother's face. "But, as you're sure, that would be easier. Thank you."