[It takes Cor a moment to catch up with all of what Regis has to say. The moment he lets that endearment leave his lips Cor's heart stutters to a halt in his chest. His next breath is unsteady and he has no idea what traitorous things his face is doing but he knows the doubt and concern that had been there has definitely changed.
my lion
For a moment he almost thinks he might cry and that is absolutely unacceptable. Thankfully he can shift just a little, lean into Regis, hide his face against his King's chest and try to remember what else he'd said. Somehow he has to pick the conversation back up when all he can focus on is how heart stoppingly sweet it was to hear such a thing from the man he's loved for so very long.]
Maybe... unwise is the wrong word.
[The words are soft, hesitant. Uncharacteristically lost. It's tiptoeing so so close to things he's never dared to admit, things that he's kept closely guarded. There's so much he must keep from Regis but the amount of time they have here to just be themselves, to be friends first is making it impossibly more difficult.]
Unfair. I cannot ask of him what I am not free to give in return.
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my lion
For a moment he almost thinks he might cry and that is absolutely unacceptable. Thankfully he can shift just a little, lean into Regis, hide his face against his King's chest and try to remember what else he'd said. Somehow he has to pick the conversation back up when all he can focus on is how heart stoppingly sweet it was to hear such a thing from the man he's loved for so very long.]
Maybe... unwise is the wrong word.
[The words are soft, hesitant. Uncharacteristically lost. It's tiptoeing so so close to things he's never dared to admit, things that he's kept closely guarded. There's so much he must keep from Regis but the amount of time they have here to just be themselves, to be friends first is making it impossibly more difficult.]
Unfair. I cannot ask of him what I am not free to give in return.