"So, we're good, then," Remus agreed with a smile. He would always worry about the people he cared about. It was just the way he was built. His parents' influence, in some ways. After all, they'd set the example by giving up everything for him, hadn't they? But, as long as Regulus took appropriate precautions... And, Remus did spend a lot of time there. So, it wasn't just Regulus and Kreacher.
He snorted softly. "Harry's future self must have been taking lessons from my parents for names to curse your children with," he said with a laugh. "I suppose Jamie would be the most likely of the three to share their father's paranoia to some degree, though. He has his grandfather's swagger, but he watches a room like his father." Picturing the scene Regulus described, his laughter grew even warmer and more rolling. "I think that would be more dangerous for anyone else in the area listening to it. Binns is bad enough."
Leaning back against the arm of the sofa, Remus stretched out, keeping one foot on the floor and manoeuvring the other so that he didn't kick Regulus. Then, he reached for his boyfriend, intent on puling the younger man to lean against him so Remus could have him in his arms as they talked. "A separate office sounds good. Does this mean you'll let me work after the Full, if I stay here?" he teased, remembering the foot Regulus had put down about the matter the previous month.
"I barely remember London. I know we lived there at the time of the attack. But, most of my childhood memories are of the farmhouse. I didn't really see a lot of the city until later, during the war." He chuckled softly. "I didn't have to climb trees. But, they were there. So, why not? It was a good skill to learn for after. People very rarely look up."