“I’m tired of you always getting in trouble”, you mumbled. Regulus was sitting in front of you, with bruises all over him and a few cuts on his face. You wet the towel again and carefully dabbed away the blood from his cheek.Regulus was quite. You had dragged him away from the fight and into a abandoned bathroom. “Do I need to remind you that you so-called friends aren’t good for you?”, you asked, your focus on getting him cleaned up. Regulus sighed.
“Do I need to remind you that I can take care of myself?”, he asked back. You stabbed dabbing his wounds and looked into his eyes.
“Believe me, if you continue to get in trouble you won’t have any other choice”, you said.Regulus closed his eyes for a short moment.
“I’m sorry Y/N. It’s just,, I guess I’m not used to have someone that cares for me”, he said and tucked a strand of hair in lace behind your ear. You tiled your head to rest in Regulus hand.
“Can you atleast try to not let those friends affect you so much? You are so much better then them”.