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[Regis is silent in the wake of that confession, not because he is surprised by it, but because there is no easy solution to that kind of fear. Lack of trust in oneself is very dangerous to people who have been through the kinds of trauma that he and Nyx have. It's all too easy to allow doubt to become a self-fulfilling prophecy when one's mental defenses are so low.

Eventually, he pulls himself back to his feet and makes his way around to the other side of the bed so he can sit next to Nyx instead of at his back. Regis then reaches out to run his thumb across his Glaive's cheek.]

Can you trust me?

[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.]

Always.

[Regis nods, letting his hand remain where it is, to be an anchor--a link--between them both. Hopefully, what he is about to suggest will help put some of Nyx's worries to rest.]

I have not been remembering to take my medication as much as I should for various reasons.

[Sometimes he just plain forgets, others times he lets his fear of not being clearheaded have more power over him than it should, especially since he no longer needs to worry about running a country.]

If you will allow it, I will take over keeping track of when dosages are due for both of us.

[He's always done better remembering to take care of himself when it directly impacts someone else anyway.]

[A soft huff of laughter escapes him but it's not as self-deprecating as it could be, more sheepish than anything. He tilts his head a little, cocks a brow.]

Are you offering to dad me into taking my meds?

[That might get a little awkward later, Reggie.]

[Regis huffs softly. Perish the thought.]

Hardly, however since you do trust me for some strange reason, letting me take care of this small thing seems like a wise course of action. It's the least I can do after all that you've done for me.

Some strange reason.

[That gets an eye roll. Honestly, Regis. What do you expect from him?]

As long as it means you're taking yours too... I guess it makes sense.

Some of us work better when we have a routine to follow.

[Regis shrugs, giving Nyx a knowing look.]

I realize you are not one of those, but I am. Helping you will help me as well.

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