"What a load of rot. Who cares about the idiots who come after us?" Regulus tossed the paper onto the floor and sniffed, trying to hide his wet eyes by swiftly rubbing at them like he was annoyed instead. "That Gryffindor selflessness gets tedious after a while. It's smart to think of yourself sometimes."

Because clearly he hadn't been doing that lately. He looked at Sirius for a moment and the smiled faintly as he tried to think of what to say. "Sirius..."

He swallowed. He wanted to say 'I love you and I missed you' but he was a Black. It didn't happen. "...I really wish you'd gotten a haircut."