CANNONBALL ⇒ jegulus

TWENTY TWO

James nudges Regulus awake. "Hey sleepy head, c'mon, we'll miss our taxi to the bar," James coos with a smile as Regulus blinks open his silver eyes. He looks around sleepily, the late evening is setting in, the sky dim and grey, the sun sneaking away from the scene.

"Or worse, we'll miss our taxi back and I won't have time to set my guitar up before tonight's gig, Pads will pitch a fit, it'll be rather ugly and petty and whiny, so get yourself on your feet, mate," James adds.

Regulus nods and grumbles tiredly. "Okay, okay," He sighs. He stretches with a soft yawn. "M'tired," He says.

James laughs quietly. "Well, you can take a nap in the taxi, I'll wake you up again if you want,"

Regulus wants that very much; the days been nice, nicer than he had expected. He finds being alone with James easier somehow, more relaxed and much more at ease. Regulus decides he should make things better, make them right; James deserves it, their son deserves it, maybe even Regulus himself might just deserve it, and so he let's James haul him to his feet and gently drag him off of the train and a few blocks towards their taxi. They are going to be roommates after all, Regulus should at least discover how James likes his eggs.

"Hey, you guys get in okay?" Peter asks as soon as the duo enter the large dressing room. James' black guitar is sitting on the sofa, next to Mary whom had brought it in for him to save time.

Remu and Sirius, however, have yet to notice their return; too lost in conversation with a shaggy red head who had somehow found himself clutching one of Remus' cigarettes while wearing a bright, toothy smile.

"Good journey, Wormtail," James replies with a grin. He approaches his guitar, picking it up and slinging it over his shoulder. "Thanks, MacDonald," James smirks at Mary who rolls her eyes, filing her nails.

"You'd be lost without me, Potter," Mary chuckles.

Regulus takes a seat beside her, James and his guitar seemingly joining the apparently rather captivating conversation between Sirius, Remus and the red haired man.

"How're you, lovey? Feeling good?" Mary asks, gently pulling Regulus' head to rest on her shoulder, running her fingers through his hair softly, occasionally letting those long, ring covered fingers caress his cheek. "Appointment go alright then, mmh?" Mary inquires with a hum.

Regulus nods with a soft smile. "Everything's fine, Mary, the baby's great," He's great, Regulus thinks; fond thoughts filling his head, reminding him of Veronica's congratulations to him on how well she thought he was doing. He felt pleased with her pride in him, Veronica is nurturing, motherly, even.

"That's great, Reg, you're not hungry are you-"

"Oh, leave him off, Mary, he isn't a baby," Remus reminds with a chuckle. He beckons Regulus over. "Oi, Reg, c'mere, I want you to meet somebody," He grins.

Regulus let's Mary support him up from the sofa before wandering over to the other four boys, Peter taking his former place on the sofa next to Mary.

"Reg, this is Daniel," Sirius introduces. "Well, er, Dan, actually," He adds cheekily. He turns to the smoking ginger. "Dan, this is Regulus, my little brother; he's tourin' with us," Sirius says. "Also, you might wanna put that out, s'not good for his bun in his oven," Sirius gestures to the cigarette sitting between Dan's teeth.

Dan nods instantly, his blue eyes widening before he quickly torches his cigarette. "Ah, sorry, mate. I didn't realize you were havin' a baby, wouldn't be smokin' around ya if I did," Dan apologizes and Regulus just nods in response.