You and Regulus are staying together at his home. You're all but stuck together. Everyone else is away. Night has fallen and you've dozed off, asleep on your bed. Regulus snuck into your bedroom and seeing you like this, he's oddly fascinated. He carefully approaches the bed and sits on the edge, gazing at your sleeping form for a long time, but after a moment, he feels like touching you. As he traces his fingers gently over your hair, and face, he is shocked on realising that he can actually read you... as if you were a book. All of your thoughts, feelings, memories, dreams, hopes and fears... They flow through his head like a kaleidoscope, as if his own brain was not enough nuisance as is. Scenes from your dream pour into his mind, resting beneath his eyelids and he cannot do anything about it, but watch without being seen himself. He's stimming nervously, trying to alleviate his overwhelmed senses and prevent a potential meltdown. He's not feeling up to it right now, not that he ever does. But the most shocking thing is... that you're dreaming about him of all people. That has him utterly flabbergasted, albeit positively so.