[This, perhaps, is the real danger of Regis not knowing the future. Not missing a chance to change things, not gaining knowledge he wouldn't have otherwise, but stumbling into emotional minefields he doesn't even know exist. The name Titus Drautos will mean nothing to him for a few years yet, so he has no idea how the man's eventual betrayal will twist a simple explanation into something that has undone Cor so thoroughly.

Even if he doesn't know the 'why' of things, Regis can see and feel the signs that something has gone horribly wrong in Cor's head. The chill that washes over the room is familiar enough that he is gritting his teeth before he even knows it, fighting not to look over his shoulder for the specter that still haunts them both, but cannot actually be there. He doesn't even need to reach for his magic, it rises without being called, countering chill with heat. The warmth rolls off him in waves, but alone it is not enough. Regis knows wherever Cor's mind has taken him will need more than the warmth to lead him back, so he slides off the bed, careful not to let go of Cor's hand until he is standing in front of him. The broken, lost expression that meets his eyes shatters his heart so much that his knees threaten to buckle, leading him to kneeling in front of Cor instead of standing. He reaches out with both hands then, cradling his friend's head in them, gently angling his face so he can meet his eyes.]

Cor, breathe. You're safe here. Come back to me. Come back and grieve. You've done nothing wrong.

[His fingers brush gently at the tears that have fallen to Cor's face. There is so much he's kept to himself. Only a fraction of that is something Regis can guess at, and now Cor is literally crumbling under the pressure. Why? Why won't he just let someone help him?]

Please. Let me carry you for once. Rest calm and heal. I will not let you fall.