[The last thing he's expecting is that gentle touch to his face. He blinks up at Regis, lost for a moment, a flicker of something scared and uncertain in his gaze. But the question earns not even the slightest hesitation.]
Of course.
[His hand comes up to touch Regis' wrist, gentle but needing the contact to anchor himself.]
no subject
Of course.
[His hand comes up to touch Regis' wrist, gentle but needing the contact to anchor himself.]
Always.