[ regulus can still see him, barely, in the dark. the way he sets the bottle aside, the way he tries to shake it off.
he listens to what he has to say, but doesn't believe him. if it was just a little bad news, he wouldn't have breached their contract. it's something bigger, and that bothers him. he's not sure what to say for a moment so he just purses his lips, considering.
the implication that he might go tattle on alfred startles him and he scowls stubbornly, moving into the room with purpose and first dropping next to him on the sofa, then insistently swinging a leg over to perch atop his knees, arms draping across his shoulders as he hums impatiently. honestly. he's not a narc. ]
Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong. [ he sighs, tipping his head forward until their foreheads barely touch. ]
no subject
he listens to what he has to say, but doesn't believe him. if it was just a little bad news, he wouldn't have breached their contract. it's something bigger, and that bothers him. he's not sure what to say for a moment so he just purses his lips, considering.
the implication that he might go tattle on alfred startles him and he scowls stubbornly, moving into the room with purpose and first dropping next to him on the sofa, then insistently swinging a leg over to perch atop his knees, arms draping across his shoulders as he hums impatiently. honestly. he's not a narc. ]
Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong. [ he sighs, tipping his head forward until their foreheads barely touch. ]
I'm right here.