James Potter the man that you are
“I don’t want you to let me go, Regulus. Frank was wrong. He was wrong about you. Because you haven’t ruined me. Listen, you make me laugh more than anyone ever has, and you make me smile to myself all day long just by thinking about you. You make me excited to wake up every morning simply by existing. You brought bright colour back to my life, you brought love. Love that I didn’t even know was out there for me, love in such a magnitude, I wasn’t sure it was possible. You came in with your art and your books and all your knowledge and you made me want to learn, you made me ask questions, and you showed me the beauty in the tiniest and most mundane aspects of life. The beauty of car rides, and making tea for someone you love, and nervous glances, and washing dishes, and oil paint. Because we did it together. You did that. You didn’t fuck up my life Regulus Black, you made it so much better. My mum, that’s something we can work through, okay? Together. You’re a genius, and we can figure it out together, in time.” James was talking rapidly. He wasn’t thinking about what he was saying or even if it was making sense, he was speaking everything that he was feeling, with no filter. “I love you and I’m not going anywhere. And I would never want to do any of this without you, because it wouldn’t make me better off; you make me better off. So Frank can go fuck himself. Because I’m selfish too when it comes to you and I’m never fucking letting you go either.”
Regulus was quiet as he continued to stare at the wall. Don’t shatter. Don’t shatter. Don’t shatter. James counted every beat of his heart.
“I don’t want to alarm you, but this is normally the part where you say, like, fuck Frank or something,” James added nervously.
The corner of Regulus’ mouth upturned just slightly at James’ words, but when he still didn’t say anything, James let out a sigh.
“Okay look. You can think that what Frank said was right. And you can think that you ruin people, or whatever, but then that would make you a deeply, deeply flawed person, Regulus Black. And I don’t know if you know this, but I’m kind of fucking perfect, and I’ll let you in on a little secret. A perfect person like me, would never date such a deeply flawed individual. Perfect people like me only date other perfect people. So, you can think Frank is right, but fundamentally that is scientifically incorrect because then we wouldn’t be dating. The very nature of our relationship disproves all of Frank’s statements.”
