Her touch was almost reassuring against the sudden worry that had risen in his chest. It didn't quite chase away the emotion, that perhaps they were about to be separated again. Or maybe that he was purposefully being left behind, but it certain helped. It brought more of a sense of normalcy between them, helping melt some of the palpable awkwardness that had been added to their relationship with his confession of treachery. Regulus watched Bella closely as she spoke, trying to read into the truth of the matter, to try and understand completely and clearly what was about to happen, what she was going to do.
A month though. That seemed infinitely long in the overall scheme of time at the moment. They hadn't even been reunited that long. And what sort of endeavors would she and Lucius be completing that it would account for no communication for that amount of time? For a very brief moment he was concerned that perhaps they would return to certain old habits. But, in his conversation with Lucius, he had gotten the distinct impression that the war being over meant that it was all over. So that certainly couldn't be part of their plan in leaving Malfoy Manor. He didn't question any of what she was telling him, not just yet, merely stood in front of Bellatrix, lips pursed slightly.
"I don't mind being here," he mumbled, aware that he sounded childish even as he did so. And in a way, it was true. He didn't mind staying in Malfoy Manor. It was the entire situation, the having to slip about without any real life, or obligations, nothing to draw him into the flow of time again that was taxing. And he knew whatever Lucius and Bella were off to do was going to give them purpose once more.