Regulus swallowed down the emotion chocking him as he stared back into his brother’s eyes. He had almost completely forgotten that Sirius believed his little brother was dead. It was, after all, the reason why he had done what he did to get here. Reg squeezed the older one’s hand and pinched his lips together, feeling his heart sink deeper and deeper within himself at the sight of how broken Sirius was. How lonely he must’ve been… The horrors he must’ve gone through…
“You aren’t dead, Sirius. You’re right here… and so am I.” He stated, trying to keep a happy tone in opes his brother would feel better from those confirmed facts.
Regulus nodded and smiled sheepishly at him.
“I’m not going anywhere. We’re getting out of here together… or we stay here together. I’m not leaving here without you.” He averted his green eyes from his brother’s. “I have nowhere to go to anymore… You’re the only home I have left, Sirius.”
Sirius’ blank eyes stared at Regulus for what seemed like ages. He said nothing for the longest time, either. Sirius took his hand back and grabbed his plastic spoon. Slowly, he shoveled some of the in-edible looking food into his mouth to keep from having to speak. Sirius shook his head.
“Be quiet. I don’t want to speak about the past.” He said as he looked up at his brother.
“Don’t… Don’t do this here. I have a face to keep. Will you come to me later?”