Rеgulus was a clean freak, and that's putting it lightly. He loved when the space he was occupying was spotless. Maybe it was his upbringing where his mother wouldn't stand for a speck of dust. Maybe it was just who he was as a person. Maybe he would rather clean the whole planet two times over than say he loves you.

This was what Regulus feared the most at the moment. The realisation that he loved you truly and wholeheartedly came over him a month ago. He hasn't been the same since, but he's still trying to play it cool. He tells himself that love is silly after dating for six months. All this cool keeping has resulted in washing dishes and doing your laundry that one time. You, of course, gently nudged him away from your sweaters and detergent.

Tonight, after your usual Friday dinner date, Regulus gets up to do the dishes. It's like clockwork at this point. The funniest thing is that you have a dishwasher. Or he could just charm the sponge to do all the work. But he does it himself, humming quietly.

"Movies or board games?" Regulus asks as the tomato sauce disappears from the plate in the stream of water. He hasn't yet noticed that you're watching his actions with a silent question.