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"Who have you shagged?" Regulus asks bluntly, and Remus yelps, tipping over the cup of espresso into the drain carrier underneath, hissing as the dripping espresso hits his hand because he fumbles to right the cup again.

"Oh, but it is. You can't focus. You keep drifting off in your own head and smiling. Even your sighs are soppy."

"Being observant is a prison of which I cannot free myself from."