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"His boyfriend was your queer awakening, and then you ended up dating his little brother. James, you're lucky he loves you so much, or I think he'd try to kill you, mate."

"I asked what your queer awakening was," Evan says slowly.

"Oh, right. Remus, third year," James replies, then freezes as his eyes widen. "Wait, fuck, don't tell Sirius."

"The good news is, I moved on from Lily. I'm not in love with her anymore," James says weakly. "The shocking news is, I'm now utterly, irreparably in love with your little brother."

"I just never feel like I'm enough."

"It was never about you!" James explodes, and it's so loud that everyone leans back, gaping at him. "It was about me, alright?! I wasn't fucking showing off; I was trying to be enough!"

So James Potter may be the sun, but you, Regulus Black, are a star that shines brighter. You outshine him; don't you dare think any different."

Oh, I missed you. I miss you. Merlin, Reg, I—I really fucking miss you. I know you say I don't, but I do."

"It'll pass," Regulus whispers back, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion, and he's trying. He's trying so hard.

"Sirius and James are made up of the same exact magic, you know," Remus announces quietly, and when Regulus looks over at him, his lips are curled up. "Whatever magic exists in us, theirs was formed together and split between them. You can't really love one without loving the other."

There's something to looking at someone just to look, just to see them, just to gaze upon them at your leisure.

"Who have you shagged?" Regulus asks bluntly, and Remus yelps, tipping over the cup of espresso into the drain carrier underneath, hissing as the dripping espresso hits his hand because he fumbles to right the cup again.