"I wish you stayed" James murmured frustrated, hands messing with his own curls before sighing, looking straight to the man in front of him.
Regulus eyes crystallized with shame, the fear inside him eating his heart slowly.
"I never knew you wanted me to" he murmured sincerely, but to Potter it sounded like an excuse.
"I kissed you, I held you, I listened, I told you I loved you, we— Regulus, did you really think we were just some random thing?" His jaw tightened, not knowing how to show the Slytherin how much he cared about him, and not having an idea of how to handle his own rush of blood.
"No— but, you never said you were serious about us" Black muttered
"You never ask, I just thought we knew, you said it felt like it was supposed to be, Regulus, you acted like you knew" he took his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "How couldn't you have known?"
"I didn't know you cared so much"
"I never knew you loved me like you say you did"
Everything sounded like an awful reply. Pity and pathetic, and the worst thing? Those were Regulus' real reasons.