"I also trust your judgement when it comes to finery," Remus pointed out, the beginning of a soft smirk playing about the corner of his mouth. "So, I just wanted a sample." He dipped his head again to lightly scrape his teeth down the column of Regulus' throat. "And has no one warned you yet that 'fine' is code in Gryffindor-ese for 'fucked up and trying to hide it'?" he added when he raised his head again.
The change in Regulus' tone caught his attention immediately and the Potter family became a secondary concern the minute the reason for the change became apparently. Remus' breath caught briefly in his lungs because those were three words he hadn't expected to hear for some time, yet. The affection between them had seemed to sneak up on them quietly, until it couldn't be quiet any longer. It still surprised Remus that they could have this, the quiet comfort of conversation and blazing sexual heat in equal measure. But, they were two war-scarred young men, with their own paranoia and distrust of...life. Regulus, even more than Remus, had been given few reasons to trust people in his life. So, to hear him say, with such sincerity, that he trusted Remus, was...well, Remus honestly wasn't certain what he'd done to deserve that trust, but he'd work twice as hard not to lose it now that he knew he had it. Those three words -- i trust you -- were as important as three other words neither of them had spoken yet.
Perhaps moreso to Remus who had such a history of being falsely mistrusted by those closest to him, as well as the world for what he was.
"I'm glad you've stopped feeling the need to be careful between us," he said softly and pressed his lips to Regulus temple in a gentle kiss. "It means a lot to me that you feel that way." He brushed his fingers through Regulus' hair. "I know it's not the same, and I don't know when it started, but I've stopped hiding when I'm with you. All the things I've never felt I could share with my friends, it comes easily with you." Smiling, he squeezed his arm around Regulus. "Even letting you take care of me when my pride says otherwise."
His smirk grew wider, but softer. "Well, I still say you look sexy as sin in trousers. But, when we figure all this craziness out and we can leave the castle and the country, we'll go to France, travel the wizarding places where you can wear your robes without worry."