"It's all right, I can teach you. You know it all deep down, you just need a review." Regulus reached out to idly trace along Barty's face, just fascinated with how well he'd aged. He looked tired and exhausted, older than he probably should have, but he could see Barty underneath all his suffering and he wasn't much different. "We have to learn a lot together. I have eighteen years to learn."

He looked down at his own hand studying Barty's face and then pulled away, touching his own curiously. "How do I look?"

Given he hadn't seen himself yet, he did wonder. He felt older, somehow, so did he age while he was gone? Did he change? "Same or different?"