Regulus shook his head, confused. He was still leaned forward a little, instinctively chasing a warmth he both feared and craved. The edges of those fingers brushed —feather light— against his face; tracing from his cheekbone to his jaw. His eyes fluttered shut when he was finally allowed to lean his face against James" palm. He was dizzy, dazed. Floating away in a dream that wasn't his.