Despite the late night, Regulus found himself awake, watching as the sunlight started to come through the window. He was supposed to slip away, he had told himself that much the previous night. Instead he allowed himself to sleep over, feeling oddly comfortable where he was. He didn’t know what it was about the other. The sex was good, very good, but something had been nagging at him in the back of his head. He wasn’t sure what it was, wasn’t sure if it was something he even wanted to address, especially given where he was. It wasn’t until he heard shifting next to him that he pulled himself out of his thoughts. Regulus glanced over next to him to see Edgar’s eyes open.