Regulus didn't shy back from Lucius' touch, though it was almost strange to talk so personally to the other. Lucius had married into his family, yes, but the older Malfoy had always been something of mythic standards to him, and he was fairly certain that they had never had a discussion like this before, when it was just the two of them. They had always been surrounded by the rest of their families, Malfoys and Blacks, or the Death Eaters, a larger network of the families.
He steeled himself a little and swallowed, licking his lips a little nervously. All these ticks, Regulus thought in an amused way, that would have certainly had him scolded by his mother, perhaps sent up to bed without dinner, but that was ages ago now.
"What's happened to everyone?" he asked finally, trying hard to meet Lucius' gaze as he asked the question. He still felt a distinct sense of unease, because with how Lucius was speaking and just the sheer amount of time that had passed, many of them had to have died. There had been a war raging after all, and his family, no matter what side, was very active. Regulus, himself, after all had lost his life to that war.