Regulus was bored an hour into their second trip to the ice rink. Without James here to distract him, he’d nearly perfected his routine already and was left to idly practise his jumps or follow his brother as he chatted up anyone in his age range. There didn’t seem to be a goal in this mass socialisation campaign, other than to encourage more strangers to stare at him. To be fair, Sirius was a master of that particular skill.
“Reggie, come meet-”
“No.”
Sirius rolled his eyes and grabbed his arm. “Quit being a twat and talk to people.”
“Why bother? We leave in a week, Sirius. I doubt I’ll ever return to this little town again.”
“You will if you date James. The Potters come here every year.”
Regulus froze, then pulled his arm away. “What? No one said anything about dating.”
He wasn’t opposed to the idea obviously, but James hadn’t said a word about a relationship. They had chemistry, of course. That didn’t mean they were compatible. In fact, they couldn’t be more different. Regulus figured that he would get a holiday hook-up out of it, if he was lucky, then wait to see if there was a chance for more.
“Regulus Arcturus Black! Are you thinking about shagging my best friend, then breaking his heart?”
“Lower your voice!” Regulus hissed. “This is not the time or the place, nor is it any of your business.”
Sirius prodded his chest with his finger. “It couldn’t be more my business! You’re my brother and he’s my best friend!”
“Stop it. Just because we fancy each other doesn’t mean it has to be real.”
“The fuck it doesn’t!”
“Sirius, be realistic. I live in London and he lives in Edinburgh, that’s not-”
“Bollocks! It’s four hours via train.”
Regulus levelled a glare at him. “Each way.”
“Why can’t you move to Scotland? You don’t even have a job yet,” Sirius insisted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Because I just rented a flat in London! I have a lease and roommates to consider.”
“You have me to consider!” Sirius stormed off of the ice.
Regulus hesitated, glancing up at the groups of people gaping at them from the stands. His face heated as he skated to the edge of the rink and stepped out. Immediately, he reached for his bag and plopped on the bench.
This was an absurd argument. Sirius had to know that. There was no reason to believe that James actually liked him, as a person. He certainly didn’t have any trouble ignoring him for three long, miserable days. It was Regulus who cracked first.
When he’d changed out of his skates and caught up with Sirius, his brother was still fuming. Regulus followed him silently as he reviewed their row. There was one detail nagging in his mind.
Breaking his heart. How would shagging James break his heart?
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