Starless was tearing through the food Harry had just put in his bowl, and for a moment, Harry envied him the abandon. His own appetite had been low lately, and he'd taken to eating on Faelan's schedule, only Faelan wasn't home for many meals. Harry had been telling himself it was the summer heat, but to outsiders, he supposed it would look like he was still actively mourning Sirius.
Which was ridiculous, because Harry felt like he was moving on. Granted, he hadn't touched any of Sirius' rooms yet, but he'd moved around a few things in the parlour and cleaned out his drawer of grotty cheese in the cold box. It was a start, anyway.
Starless raised his head and whuffed wetly just as a knock sounded from the front door, but he quickly put his face back in his bowl as Harry went to find out who it was.
"Regulus! Come on in!" He stepped back to allow the tall, regal man to enter Haven's Loft.