CANNONBALL ⇒ jegulus

FIVE

Sirius Black is usually not too far off of a tantrum but this is extreme, even for the dark haired man.

"His therapist called me, y'know? She said he didn't show up for his session today," Sirius rants. "Regulus didn't fuckin' show up! I've told him so many bloody times that he shouldn't neglect shit like this!"

Remus, who had probably already received the beginning of this ridiculously long lecture as they drove over to the club, sighs. "Sirius, maybe he's been busy," He says casually. "James did say he went to the doctors today, leave him have one day to himself. He doesn't have to be fuckin' blurting out his feelings to somebody all the time!"

Sirius whirls around. "But he has to go! He bloody has to!"

"Why don't you go then?" Peter arches an eyebrow from behind his drum kit. "Why force something so aggressively on Regulus if you aren't going to? Try a spoonful of your own medicine and see how you like it,"

"Fuck you," Sirius spit at Peter. He turns back to Remus. "And fuck you too! You're supposed to be my boyfriend-"

"I am your boyfriend! God! At least I thought I was!" Remus grits. "Because sometimes when you don't let me have my own fucking opinion on things, it feels very dictatorial!"

"Moony, for God's sake, when have I ever not let you had your own opinion?!"

"Mmh, where do I start?! You act like you're the only one who knows what's bloody best for Regulus! We all care about him! Stop acting like I don't care about him or I don't know how to care for him! I'm allowed have an opinion on you treating him like a helpless child-"

James cuts Sirius off with a shout. "Can all of you just shut up? Jesus," He yells. "Regulus got his bloods done today. Wild fuckin' theory here, but maybe he just didn't feel well enough to go spurt out all of his thoughts,"

Sirius sighs, eyeing James, nodding before turning to Remus. "M'sorry, baby," He murmbles. "I didn't mean to invalidate the way you care about Reg,"

Remus merely grunts in reply and goes back to adjusting the strap on his baby blue guitar. He doesn't give Sirius a second look and James can feel some kind of tension rising, it seems as though Remus isn't planning on answering, until Remus opens his mouth.

"Alright, apology accepted," Remus says swiftly and Sirius smiles softly as he walks past his boyfriend; pressing a soft kiss to his temple. All is well.

Sirius turns to Peter next, who almost seems to be using his drum kit as a shield. "I'm sorry I swore at you,"

Peter nods. "S'alright," He pauses. "Er, sorry I said you should be in therapy,"

James claps a hand across Sirius' shoulder, hoping to perhaps clear the air. "Well, with his outbursts, you could be right, Pete,"

Sirius rolls his eyes. "I'm still going to have to quiz Reg, he's worrying me." He looks to Remus. "He won't want to see me right now. Would you......would you mind?"

Remus and Sirius share a look and James can tell they don't even have to use their words; their hearts alrwasdy know one another too well.

Remus stands with a soft sigh, gently stroking Sirius' cheek before, "Of course, love, I'll be back in a bit,"

With that, he picks up his jacket and leaves James and Peter to deal with a probably greying Sirius.

Remus knocks on Regulus' flat door with a small huff. "Regulus, it's Remus, mate, mind opening up for me?"

It takes a few long minutes but eventually Regulus appears with red rimmed eyes and a tear stained face as he peers out from behind the door. Remus frowns.