There's a strange mix of emotions that whirl through him very quickly. There's the obvious surprise, of course, first and foremost. There's the confusion, because he hadn't thought they'd known each other that well.
There's hurt, because they'd hid it from him. Because that answer meant that the glitter came from something very much not a fight.
There's anger, too, bright and burning and brief, when the jealousy makes him want to hit Regulus so badly it makes him exhale sharply. Take a step back because now he feels very, very sick for the fact the thought occurred to him at all.
Maybe he's not so different from their parents after all.
They pass so quickly over his face Regulus probably won't be able to decipher quite all of them. They'll disappear quite suddenly when Sirius takes a deep breath and his expression suddenly quiets in a way that he hasn't managed since the Marauders started teaching him how to express his feelings again.
"That's-- I see. 's a.... good choice, Reg. He's a-- good man." He takes another calm breath, again, manages a smile and, somehow, to start to ask the question even though it hurts, "How long--?"
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There's a strange mix of emotions that whirl through him very quickly. There's the obvious surprise, of course, first and foremost. There's the confusion, because he hadn't thought they'd known each other that well.
There's hurt, because they'd hid it from him. Because that answer meant that the glitter came from something very much not a fight.
There's anger, too, bright and burning and brief, when the jealousy makes him want to hit Regulus so badly it makes him exhale sharply. Take a step back because now he feels very, very sick for the fact the thought occurred to him at all.
Maybe he's not so different from their parents after all.
They pass so quickly over his face Regulus probably won't be able to decipher quite all of them. They'll disappear quite suddenly when Sirius takes a deep breath and his expression suddenly quiets in a way that he hasn't managed since the Marauders started teaching him how to express his feelings again.
"That's-- I see. 's a.... good choice, Reg. He's a-- good man." He takes another calm breath, again, manages a smile and, somehow, to start to ask the question even though it hurts, "How long--?"