Remus doesn't notice a thing with Regulus so close to him, because Regulus is here and Regulus is real and he can feel the whole weight of him to prove it when he never thought he'd be allowed to feel this close to him again. He's sobbing silently against Regulus' shoulder when Regulus pulls away to kiss him, and he returns the kiss in that same desperate, needy manner, leaning forward to follow when Regulus moves because he doesn't want it to end.

He never wants it to end. Not like this.

Regulus' words catch up with him just as he's moving to rise from the chair, and amber eyes pop open to stare at Regulus with dawning horror. "Reg..!" Remus struggles, fresh panic rising in him anew when he finds that no matter how hard he struggles, he's unable to stand.

"No..!" His voice is so high that he doesn't recognize it, hitting a frenzied pitch as he fights the spell that binds him to the chair. "Regulus, no, please, you can't," he cries hoarsely, drowning out Regulus' words as he continues to squirm this way and that. Even as Regulus claims one more kiss from him (is this the way he'll remember their final kiss? struggling so futilely he couldn't even savor that last taste of his love?), he's leaning forward and pulling so hard that he hears his arms pop in complaint, voice rising to a half-incoherent fever pitch imbued with fear and anguish.

"Regulus, please, don't do this! Let me go, let me help you, I can't help Regulus, please. Please! Reglulus!"