That was all he needed to here. He lost his footing and tumbled into the light, the room brightened for a moment before falling back into the dim light it had always had.

And there was Regulus - naked, exhausted and very much there.

If he wasn't holding onto Barty, he'd straight up have fallen down but as it stood, he was using his clothing to keep himself up. Looking at Barty, he could finally see him - properly and clearly. His face. He knew that annoying, beautiful face. Older, more tired and wilder than before but so very much Barty. He couldn't speak, he was too in awe to speak, too lost in this moment to find his words. He was alive.