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His fingers tremble, but sometimes they do that when he's cradling the sun. "I'm asking if you will. James Potter, will you marry me?"
James makes a small sound, the tears welling up in his eyes and spilling over, and he winds his arms tight around Regulus as he collapses forward to bury his face against Regulus' chest.

James deserves someone who will reach out to take his hand in a crowded room and beg for the chance to get to hold it forever, no matter how many eyes are on them, and he deserves someone who will ask whether or not they know the answer beforehand, because he's worth that.
So, Regulus exhales and does something very, very brave.

There's music, dancing, laughing, and talking. Sirius bounces around between everyone like he's having the best night of his life, and Regulus isn't entirely sure why, but he finds it entertaining in any case.
"It's because he's not sad," Lily tells him, hiccuping. Her round cheeks are flushed red as her hair, green eyes glittering with a soft haze of inebriation.

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"Move, move, move," James chants, pushing forward from the back of the room, then fully just pushing Sirius and Remus aside to stride between them. Regulus helplessly breaks into a smile immediately, and James is already beaming at him, so the kiss that James sweeps him into is more smiling than anything else. "Hello, love. Hi. You're here."
Regulus chuckles quietly. "Hello, James. Hi. I am."

Regulus rarely initiates hugs with Sirius, even after all these months of therapy and mending their relationship as brothers. That's just not—him, really. Sirius does, though. Sirius will drop an arm around his shoulders, rub his knuckles into Regulus' head, shove him lightly, things such as that. He's an affectionate person, and Regulus allows him to get away with it solely because he's his brother.

But that's the beauty of second chances, isn't it? The way it flows both ways, the way it settles in, because they're not the children they were when Sirius gave it to him the first time, nor are they the children they were when Regulus took it off, and yet here they are anyway, forgiving and forgiving. Trying. Still trying, despite it all.

But that's the beauty of second chances, isn't it? The way it flows both ways, the way it settles in, because they're not the children they were when Sirius gave it to him the first time, nor are they the children they were when Regulus took it off, and yet here they are anyway, forgiving and forgiving. Trying. Still trying, despite it all.

"You don't have to wear it," Sirius tells him quietly. "That's why the box is there. I just...wanted you to have it, I suppose. Have it back, I mean, with a few minor adjustments."
"I'll wear it," Regulus mumbles, lifting his watery eyes to stare at Sirius. "I'll never take it off."

Sirius is very quiet as Regulus stares at the necklace, not even saying a word when he reaches out with the slightest tremble in his fingers to lift it out of the box. It looks the exact same, an oval pendant with a snake engraved into it, so incredibly detailed that you wouldn't believe a thirteen-year-old had done it. Regulus rubs his thumb along the curve of the snake, unfurling his fingers so the pendant.

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"And you just had to be first, didn't you?" Regulus asks, mildly amused despite himself. The reminder of the party that's being held later this evening warms him, even if he'll never admit it. Everyone's coming as far as he knows, and while they all love an excuse to get together, it's nice that they're all doing it in the name of celebrating him.