[Regis wants to argue that someone must still payback the debt that is owed to him, but the objection dies in his throat with his friend's fingers brush over his cheek. His eyes flutter shut at that gentle touch, his heart aching with the turmoil that is rolling inside of him. His mind can far too easily figure out what Cor means, even with the little that he knows of what will be. I knew. I knew and so I sent him away. I knew, and I didn't tell him so that he could live.
It would be far too easy for Regis to lose himself in imaginings of what did and didn't happen that day, but the sudden tension in Cor's body and that soft, almost inaudible apology draw him back to reality with a snap. He knows his friend is about to bolt and things shouldn't end like this. Not with so much still unsettled. Not when each beat of his heart hopes and hurts enough it makes it hard for him to breathe.]
Shh... I don't want to hear that.
[His thumb rests gently against Cor's lips for just a moment before he shifts his hand to finally brush at those damp eyelashes. Uncertainty strikes him once more as he looks down at his friend so ready to lock everything away, perhaps permanently this time. Regis can't allow that, can't allow his friend to kill another part of himself when he has already given so much.
Inaction is broken, not by words but the soft brush of lips against lips. Regis lingers only for a moment before shifting so he can rest their foreheads together.]
My heart is larger than you think and you staked a claim in it long ago.
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I knew. I knew and so I sent him away.
I knew, and I didn't tell him so that he could live.
It would be far too easy for Regis to lose himself in imaginings of what did and didn't happen that day, but the sudden tension in Cor's body and that soft, almost inaudible apology draw him back to reality with a snap. He knows his friend is about to bolt and things shouldn't end like this. Not with so much still unsettled. Not when each beat of his heart hopes and hurts enough it makes it hard for him to breathe.]
Shh... I don't want to hear that.
[His thumb rests gently against Cor's lips for just a moment before he shifts his hand to finally brush at those damp eyelashes. Uncertainty strikes him once more as he looks down at his friend so ready to lock everything away, perhaps permanently this time. Regis can't allow that, can't allow his friend to kill another part of himself when he has already given so much.
Inaction is broken, not by words but the soft brush of lips against lips. Regis lingers only for a moment before shifting so he can rest their foreheads together.]
My heart is larger than you think and you staked a claim in it long ago.