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[pur_et_seul]

~ Regulus is laying on his back at the foot of Stewart's bed. He's scooted to the edge so his head hangs down and he sees the room upside down. Abbi is sitting on his stomach and he periodically pets her. He at first focuses on the room and tries to imagine walking on the ceiling but it is hard to envision and the thought that his imagination was never as good as Sirius's sends his mind back to his brother... He touches Abbi's fur and feels a wave of emotion tug inside his stomach and closes his eyes, determined to clear his mind. It works (he IS good at that) and when he hears the door click open and Stewart humming quietly, he smiles.
He is sadder than he's been in years but, to prove life's continual paradox, he really is happier than ever as well.~

Hello Stewart. I had some house elves bring up a plate of those biscuits you like with the little jam dollops.