Accused. Again. This was what? The fourth time for the same thing? “Darling, light of my dark, dreary, life, for the last time, I haven’t cheated on you.” He said as he gently and almost hesitantly placed his cold hands on your shoulders. He slid them up to rest in the crook of your neck on either side, his almost-bony thumbs brushing your jaw.

His dark gaze peered down to yours, his thumb occasionally growing firm against your skin to ensure you had no other choice than to look at him. You were going to talk about this. You were going to get this straight.

“We aren’t children.” He said flatly. “I understand I haven’t been as present as you’d like me to be, I’ve been busy. With what, I would tell you if I could.” He wouldn’t dare admit the mistake he made in taking the Dark Mark. Regulus took in a low breath through his nose. “I am sorry, my darling.” He said as sincerely as he could muster.