"Regulus?" He said, brows furrowed. "What are you doing? Is something wrong?" He pursed his lips. "No," he said, folding his hands together. "Nothing is wrong. I'm just-" he forced himself to stand still, but his eyes darted to the side, avoiding James's gaze. His weight shifted to one leg and his hips jutted out on one side. "I don't want to be alone. Is that okay?" James blinked. "Of course it's okay. It's just- you don't usually admit that. Are you okay?" Regulus lost all self control and buried his face in his hands. "Yes! I'm fine." He was not fine. His face felt warm and hot. "I'm just tired of sleeping alone. I'm tired of not being touched. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" Or Regulus comes to James in the middle of the night for some cuddles, in the morning James makes love to him.