Regulus leans into the embrace instinctively, taking a few grounding breaths. It makes part of him feel sick but he's trying to push it down, to move past it, to work through it silently. Without causing drama about it. Typical of him, really.

He opens his mouth to speak but he doesn't know how to answer quite yet. Finally he speaks quietly, looking away. "A bedroom would probably be best," he surmises, but he doesn't touch the unspoken question for now. "I can probably--" he starts the sentence stubbornly before sighing and tipping his head forward again. "Help me there, please." He isn't sure how to keep his balance like this properly yet.

"I don't want to think about anything for a while."