Regulus looked over to Remus with a familiar expression, one that said,  you  chose  them? And all Remus could do was look at his partner, his beautiful, flustered partner, who had been so focused on kissing him that they hadn’t noticed their brother sitting on the other end of the couch before doing so. He smiled, probably dopily. Regulus rolled his eyes, drained the glass in his hand, and picked his yarn back up. 