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Regulus was sat on James’s bed, his back resting against the headrest. James was laying between his legs with his head on Regulus’s lap. He hummed quietly, and full of content, as Regulus began to run his fingers through James’s hair. There was a silent breeze that came in through the open window across the room. The moon was shining high, and Regulus was meant to leave hours ago. But he couldn’t bring himself to.
The pair haven’t stayed with the overnight together. James had been asking so much about it. Regulus was nervous as hell. Never had he had someone as special as James. Someone who stayed by his side for as long as he has. It was something Regulus feared he would lose. He kept himself at a slight distance with taking a step. Especially with James. The only reason the two had even kissed at this point was because James couldn’t contain himself after his team won a game of Quidditch. Regulus had froze when it happened. James told him it was cute that he was nervous. To Regulus’s surprise, James still stayed after that big step.
Lost in his own thoughts, Regulus hadn’t heard James ask him a question. James tapped him, and Regulus looked at him, moving his hand from his hair. Maybe Regulus accidentally pulled his hair. “Stay the night,” he tiredly mumbled. “‘S dark outside anyways.”
Regulus wanted to tell him no. He was nervous. Instead he bit his tongue and nodded, even though James couldn’t see. He gently moved James and crawled down into bed and laid his head on the pillow. He moved James to rest his head on his chest. Regulus’s arm snaked around James and he closed his eyes.