"The Real, Authentic Regulus."
They were sitting at dinner.
Regulus eating, talking, hell even laughing, with James.
James talking and laughing right along side Regulus.
It didn't matter what they were talking about, James knew he had the real, authentic Regulus.
And boy did that mean the world to him, to be given that kind of trust.
It had taken years to earn this trust, but gods it was incredible.
To hear Regulus laugh. To hear him really laugh; not just fake it.
To see him smile that beautiful real smile.
But this was nothing, compared to the true trust they had.
The late night talks of heavy things, like childhoods and families, traumas and feelings, being vulnerable and real.
Regulus would sneak into James's dorm after a bad dream and they'd cuddle and talk about it; or they wouldn't talk about it, and James just try and comfort the poor boy.
When they would help each other through rough patches of depression, for purely Regulus, dysphoria, and of course their panic attacks.
But it was more than amazing to be here, sitting with the man he loved, and being able to see the real, authentic him, with no fear in either of their eyes.
It was the sweet moments like these with Regulus, that truly brought him joy.
James wouldn't trade this man for the world.
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