A soft, slightly awed smile pulled the the corners of Remus' mouth up as Regulus spoke and his breath caught with the realization Regulus truly meant every word. He remembered that conversation, remembered Regulus mentioning engagements and weddings, but Remus had assumed it was hypothetical. If we were at home, but we're not. And, yet...and, yet, Regulus had said it back. He returned the feeling.
Bringing their joined hands up, he brushed gentle kisses along Regulus' knuckles. "Never any doubt?" he asked. It was difficult to imagine that anyone from their time wouldn't have doubts when contemplating a life and marriage with a werewolf. There were more reasons than lycanthropy Remus could see keeping them from being together in their time, as well. Had they still been at home, could they have had this? Or would war and social position have prevented them from ever finding each other?
"It's not that I'm not comfortable with the idea." His thumb moved softly over the back of Regulus' hand. "I'm not used to thinking very far into the future. I mean, I plan ahead as best I can. But, the future has always been too bleak a concept to contemplate and I was fairly certain I wouldn't have much of one for a long time. Now, it seems so natural with you, to think about plans for the future, to talk about those plans to share a future with you. I wanted to keep things slow because neither of us had ever done this before. We deserve to experience all the steps of a new relationship, to savour each step of the way. I don't want either of us to look back and regret moving too quickly, skipping steps to get to the end faster. But, I can't imagine a future where I'm not by your side, now."
Remus leaned in to catch Regulus' lips in another soft kiss. "It would be the honour of my life to one day be your husband," he murmured, pressing their foreheads together. "To be yours. To have you as mine."