Regulus’ softness had long since been stripped from him. Thanks to his mother, mostly. So it came to shock, even to him, when he let you climb into his lap after tussling with what seemed to be the flu that’d been going around. Crazy how some muggle-illness weaseled its way into Hogwarts.

Regulus’ hands were gentle as they ran through your hair, his lips brushing against your temple in comfort. “For the last time, darling, I don’t care if I get sick,” He tried to convince.