Regulus didn't feel anything at first and then, suddenly, the faintest feeling of a brush against his finger tips hit him. It was like a lightening strike hit him. Then it got stronger and felt so much better, so much more real. Impulsively, he reached out and gripped tight onto the hand, desperate to keep the contact, to have something to hold onto.

His hands slowly took form. Pale and clinging to Barty's hand, his grip surprisingly strong. All his energy went into it. The touch was what he needed, he knew that and he tried to get more, tried to reach out further and hold on. "I feel you! That's you. I can -- I can feel."