He had to swallow, the breathe, the feel the pain rattle in his lungs before his voice decided to work. "It's okay, Papa," he let their palms line up, watched the way Regulus" eyes widened and his hand twitched with the urge to pull away. But he stayed, he stayed for Harry, and they both watched, bewitched by the billow of smoke, but there was no pain— overwarm, but painless. "It's okay." 