Status Updates From Best Friend’s Brother

"Pumpkin ricotta gnocchi with pancetta and seared radicchio, and I've some chocolate cheesecake-filled strawberries chilling in the fridge," Regulus says.
Sirius leans back a little, staring at him, and Regulus glances at him out of the corner of his eye before looking away, cheeks slowly turning red as he flushes. It's the first time that Sirius feels a rush of affection for his little brother and recognize it.

Lily frowns at him. "Of course it matters, Sirius. Love is it, haven't you worked that out yet? It's what life's all about. And I don't mean just romantic love. But also love between friends, between families, between the strangers on the street that can change a bad day into a good one with something as simple as a smile. That's what life is about—that love. In the end, money and possessions don't really matter.

Sirius eventually cuts him off with, "Do you know where my cell is? I want to put on Olivia Rodrigo," then finds his phone and weeps through the entirety of traitor, and Regulus holds his own until happier comes on, then ends up crying too, and they both croon and sob their way through favorite crime.
"Skip it," Regulus hisses when the first notes of jealousy, jealousy comes on, and he nearly shoves Sirius over

"Well, before he found out, he wasn't exactly afraid to share details, was he? Like, I know you sucked his cock at work. Why do I have to know that? Why, why, why?" Sirius says, despaired. He shakes his head and sighs. "But yes, after he found out, he suddenly felt it very important to let me know that he only felt pure, respectful things for his boyfriend."
"Well, he didn't do pure, respectful things, let me just

"Yes, alright, I...see what you mean. But this is fine. No, this is good, actually. We always do our best bonding in pain, don't we?"
"We're not bonding."
"Oh, we're definitely bonding."
Two hours later, they're in Regulus' flat, and they're bonding. Look, it's not Regulus' fault.

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"So, really, where are you going?" Sirius asks insistently as he catches up with Regulus again. "You must have free time, not working and all. Going home? Actually, where do you live?"
"I'm not telling you that."
"What, why? You know where I live!"

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"Yeah, alright," Sirius agrees, his lips twitching, clearly very pleased by this—and amused, likely, by Regulus' stubborn nature. "Do you want to give me your number so I can send you the address to my—"
"You're pushing it," Regulus cuts in, whirling back around to stride off while Sirius snorts behind him.

Sirius is making that same face. That 'I do not like what I'm being forced to say' face, which either means it's uncomfortable to him because it's true, or because it's such an awful thing to say that it's uncomfortable on principle. "You're my brother, Reggie. It's been eight years, but I still—I mean, I still want to know that you're alright."

"Look, it's not a handout; you'll be working to earn your own money. Your precious pride won't be under attack. I even promise—no, I'm not joking, I promise I won't bother you...that often," Sirius tells him, speaking rapidly, rushing. "I just—"
"What?" Regulus demands.

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Of course, when he's in the hospital and getting calmly told by a doctor that there's no penicillin in his system, that all of symptoms of, in her professional opinion, a panic attack, that's when Remus realizes that Regulus never poisoned him at all, and somehow, a Crime and Punishment quote ends up coming to mind: If he has a conscience he will suffer for his mistake. That will be punishment as well as the prison.

"Did you—did you just poison me?" Remus whispers, his mind already starting to race, frantically clocking his own symptoms. Is his throat swelling? Is that why he's been struggling to talk? Is his chest tight

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Remus clenches his jaw. "And how is it, exactly, that you feel about Sirius, really and truly? Because you lied about that, too. You love him. You miss him. You want him in your fucking life, but you'd rather hide away from it out of fear—"
"Shut the fuck up, Lupin," Regulus snaps.

TELL HIM

"Suppose that makes sense," Regulus muses with a casual hum, pushing the box aside and threading his hands together in front of him instead of dragging his plate over. He looks at Remus placidly, watching him take another bite, then says, still in that light tone, "My brother has always been rather dramatic. I'm sure Sirius didn't mean to worry you."

"Life is given to me only once, and never will be again—I don't want to sit waiting for universal happiness. I want to live myself; otherwise it's better not to live at all," Remus quotes back, and Regulus opens his mouth, but Remus shakes his head sharply and continues with another quote. "Fling yourself straight into life, without deliberation; don’t be afraid - the flood will bear you to the bank and set you safe

But I'll admit… I don't know, for a moment there, I thought we could have some sort of—closure, maybe. I never fooled myself into thinking that we'd ever really try again—try to be proper brothers, I mean—but I did hope, as foolish as it might've been, that maybe when we went our separate ways this time, it wouldn't be like it was last time."
"That's not foolish," Remus insists immediately

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"Cheers," Remus says weakly, pulling his hand back and watching Regulus immediately take his next move, taking one of Remus' pieces in the process. "Well, at least you didn't have to bury any dead bodies today."
"I wouldn't count it out, Lupin. The day's still not over just yet," Regulus comments airily, waiting for Remus to take his turn, then immediately taking another one of his pieces.

"I know I'd be exhausted if my boyfriend went missing for a bit."
"Yeah, I…" Remus trails off, glancing up quickly, but Regulus is focused on the board, utterly calm. Did...did Remus tell him that? He tries to remember if he did, but he genuinely doesn't know if he did or not, or maybe James told him? Would James tell him? Why would James tell him?
"Remus, it's your move," Regulus points out, glancing at him.

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"While we wait, we can play chess."
"Been a while since we have," Remus muses, settling down at the table as he watches Regulus bustle over to the oven, fiddling with it.
"Well, you have a habit of always being a few moves ahead, "Regulus murmurs, shutting the oven. "It's infuriating. But not this time, I think. "

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"Oh, this?" Sirius kicks out with a jerky motion, his chest heaving as he sends the cell skittering across the floor. He grins at James with all teeth. "That's because of Remus. You two must be so close, even closer than I ever knew, with all that sneaking about and scheming. But I'm not letting you warn him about this. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."

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"Because you would have made me choose!"
"It shouldn't even be a choice! You're right, I would have made you choose, and no part of me would have anticipated you throwing our friendship away for him. But now? Now, I'm not giving you a choice at all. Because I'm telling you, James, you're done with him."

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"Because you would have made me choose!"
"It shouldn't even be a choice! You're right, I would have made you choose, and no part of me would have anticipated you throwing our friendship away for him. But now? Now, I'm not giving you a choice at all. Because I'm telling you, James, you're done with him."

"It's not just shagging. Sirius, I love him."
"I don't give a damn if he's your one and only true love. I don't care if you'd die without him," Sirius snarls, reaching his hand out to grasp James' shoulder and slam him back to the chair from where he's unconsciously leaned forward as if he could lean into his sincerity. "You're going to stay away from him."
"I can't," James chokes out, nearly whimpering.

He takes his coffee black for the irony, he says, did you know that?"
Yes, James thinks, shakily connecting one whole edge of the puzzle together. All he says is, "A bit funny, that."

"You met him in a bookshop, you said?" Regulus murmurs.
"Yeah. You're a barista?"
"I am. Sirius, what's your boyfriend's name?"
"What's yours?" Sirius shoots back in a croak.
"My best friend…" Regulus stares at him, all the color draining from his face, and he swallows harshly. "His name is Remus Lupin. Would that—is that who you're—"

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"Well, go on. Tell me about him. Is he good to you?" Sirius asks earnestly, eager to know, so curious that he can hardly sit still. There's a protective instinct lazily prowling back and forth in his mind, an unspoken promise to kill this boyfriend of Regulus' if he isn't good to him.

Alright, what about a girlfriend?"
"Boyfriend," Regulus corrects, and then he really softens. His entire voice changes, his demeanor, everything. Sirius has never seen his brother in love—until now. "I'm gay."
"Ha! I have a boyfriend, too. Oh, Mother would be most displeased," Sirius crows, delighted by this.
Regulus chuckles. "I know."

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"Sirius," Regulus whispers, and Sirius looks over at him, eyes stinging. "We were only children."
"I know," Sirius chokes out.

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"I didn't know it was an option. How awful, yeah? Our answers are the same, really. I didn't know that you would want to. I thought—I just thought that I'd failed, that I'd lost you, and that I would kill myself trying to save you. When you walked away without looking back, it felt like there was no coming back from that, from all the ways I fucked up no matter how hard I tried, and I was so angry and betrayed

"I never loved her. I thought I did, but I just wanted her to love me. I've learned those aren't the same thing," Regulus says softly and rips his gaze away. He's silent for a long moment, then swallows thickly. "Why didn't you ask me to go?"

Sometimes—rarely—in the most broken corners of Sirius' memory, he will admit to himself, small and quiet and pained, that he raised Regulus. In a way only older brothers can, he did. Reggie was his. Sirius was the one who sat up with him when he couldn't sleep, and Sirius was the one he came to when he felt sick, and Sirius was the one who taught him how tie a shoe, and to look both ways before crossing the street