Who: Regulus and Severus What: Regulus tries to talk about what happened during the last meeting. Where: Pub bathroom When: Backdated to Friday afternoon Status/Rating: Incomplete, probably high.
Regulus really didn't know what he was doing. He was the one that was usually accused of over thinking everything he did. He didn't do anything on a whim. He had to analyze everything. Which is why it didn't make any sense that he had, without even second-guessing himself, had decided to duck in after Severus into the bathroom of the pub. He shouldn't have even wanted to be inside the pub ever again after what had happened last time he was here. But here he was.
Soaking wet, too, he might add. His clothes were sticking to his skin and his dark hair was slightly in his face; the storm had been somewhat unexpected and he had been in the middle of work when it had hit. Before he had known it, he had been pelted with raindrops and forced to stop and take shelter somewhere. And that was when he had caught sight of Severus.
He felt bad about what had happened last time. He didn't know how he had misread things so badly. He had just thought - The last time he had seen Severus, it had seemed okay. They weren't doing anything new. They weren't doing anything they hadn't done before. Except, of course, it seemed as if Severus was from a different time and all those important moments that Regulus had already experienced, Severus hadn't.
In any case, he didn't want that to ruin their friendship. Regulus had always truly valued Severus, because he was one of the few people that wasn't trying to manipulate him and had always spoken to him as an equal.
He hurried into the bathroom and pressed the door shut, leaning against it as he tried to catch his breath again. "I think we should talk," Regulus said a bit hastily. He knew that he should be feeling foolish, but for some reason he wasn't.