It seemed to Remus that 'just a bad dream' was something of a glaringly obvious understatement, but he did hate to pry.
"If you want to talk about it... I'm here. And I'm up anyway. We've all had nightmares." If Regulus didn't want to talk about it, that was his choice, but Remus was intent that he be aware that the choice was his.
If Remus had had chocolate- He caught himself mid-thought. He did have chocolate. For the first time in years, Remus had been able to buy himself chocolate.
Remus reached by his bed and pulled out a bar of chocolate. "Here. Eat this," he said, reaching over to Regulus' bed to hand him the still-wrapped half of the chocolate bar, keeping the other half for himself.