“Your hands are so small.”
“What?” Regulus sputters, cheeks turning red as he directs his gaze up at James. “No they’re not.”
“Yes they are. Look.” James gently lifts Regulus’ wrist from where it’s resting on the floor, splaying their fingers out against each other. He does nothing to hide the way his lips curl up into a smirk, pleased at the way the tips of Regulus’ hands barely reach the top bend of James’ fingers.
Naturally, Regulus is easily flustered by the comparison. “My hands aren’t small!” He still insists, rather adorably, James might add. “Yours are just abnormally large.”
“No, they’re definitely small.” James confirms, absolutely beaming. He intertwines their fingers and pulls Regulus’ hand up, pressing a small kiss to his knuckles. “But it’s alright, how else would they fit perfectly in mine?”