#worried!regulus

James walks back home, his face dusted in ash, his jacket heavy. He knows Regulus will probably be asleep when he gets home, he'll shower and probably sleep too. He jiggles the doorknob with his key, unlocking it and letting himself in.

James toes off his boots and shrugs off his jacket, walking upstairs. There Regulus is, on the couch, in his boxers, a book in his lap. When James enters the room Regulus immediately stands up and pulls James in for a hug.

"You okay?" Regulus says, kissing James' neck chastely. James rests his gloved hands on the small of Regulus' back, just above his dimples.

"Yes, I am. There was a fire on fifth avenue, that nice blonde woman that works at the grocery store lived there."

"I'm sorry, baby. Is she okay?" James nods. "And you're sure you're okay?" Regulus pulls back, his hands on James' cheeks, checking for scrapes.