It was strange, seeing Regulus so reticent to enter what was essentially, now, his own home. Sure, they shared it, but Regulus had as much a right to it as he did. If Remus didn't know better, he'd think Regulus was afraid of him.
"1992," he answered, taking a step back and gesturing to the sofa, inviting the other man, the boy, really, to take a seat. They could share a sofa, didn't they? Just because they had once been on opposite sides of a war didn't mean they had to fight; they hadn't done it twelve years ago, so why start now? Though if he were completely honest, Remus was a little bit nervous himself. "What about you?"