A Marked Man

[pur_et_seul]

~ They don't make it to Grimmauld place until six that morning. Regulus and Barty sneak quietly inside, past Orion's study, and into a spare room where Regulus sits, shaken and pale, on the very edge of the bed. He wraps his right arm around his torso while his left arm is held straight and away from his body, his wrist resting on his knee. The

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[jrisamadhatter]

Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Dandy. Superub.

How're you, though?

[pur_et_seul]

Are you sure your knees are alright?

[jrisamadhatter]

*lies, as his knees, while in one piece again, are incredibly sore and rather itchy too* THEY'RE PERFECT.

[pur_et_seul]

Let me see. Sit.

[jrisamadhatter]

*plops down next to Regulus, looking exhausted but not feeling it yet*

[pur_et_seul]

*moves to his knees and focuses his attention on looking over Barty's knees, not really sure what he's looking for but needing to look*

[jrisamadhatter]

*flicks a knee cap, demonstrating it's all-in-one-piece-ness* Really, Tea Boy, I'm okay.

[pur_et_seul]

*rests his forehead against Barty's knee*

[jrisamadhatter]

*runs his fingers through Reg's hair*

...You don't seem too happy.

[pur_et_seul]

*all he can manage is a heartwrenching little laugh*

[jrisamadhatter]

I didn't mean to.

[pur_et_seul]

*lifts his head and looks up at him*

You haven't done anything wrong, Barty.

[jrisamadhatter]

Okay, that's good, because I don't want you to be cross with me just because of that ho-bag.

[pur_et_seul]

I'm not cross with you...

[jrisamadhatter]

Sure?

[pur_et_seul]

I promise.