Chapter 259: The Boundaries of Regulus's Thinking [bonus]
Regulus didn't ask his question right away. He glanced at Sirius first.
Sirius was looking at him sideways, eyes angled over without turning his head.
Their gazes met for a split second. Sirius flinched as if burned, snapped his eyes back, and stared at his own knees.
A moment passed. He seemed to decide this looked guilty.
Why should I feel guilty?
His eyes slid back toward Regulus, head still perfectly motionless, gaze drifting from Regulus's face to a painting on the wall, from the painting to the quill on the desk, landing everywhere except where it had been.
Regulus felt secondhand embarrassment watching it.
He looked away and stopped paying attention.
A question was forming. Should Sirius stay? Any discussion would require demonstration.