Barty had a lot of things on his mind and a lot of things weighing on him. Regulus was... He was healthy. He was recovering. More and more himself every day. But that also made this more real. That to give Regulus a future, he had to betray everything he stood for. Or maybe readjust what it was he stood for. Love. That hadn't been a factor in his life for a long time, but here he was now.

Waiting for the idiot boy. He looked up when he finally made his way to him, less that impressed. "Can you read time, Malfoy?"

Evidently not.