[Unaware as he is that he's let the endearment slip, Regis has no idea what to make of the emotions that flood Cor's face. All he can guess is that the man is warring with what his heart dearly wants and what duty demands he do. This is so typical of him that Regis doesn't even question it when his friend buries his head against his chest. Instead, he just raises his hand and lets it run gently through short-cropped hair giving Cor time to settle himself. Not enough time to come to a decision, but enough time to calm down some. Regis is far too aware of the decision Cor will make on his own, after all. That is why, after a few minutes, he pulls back slightly, hand sliding from his friend's hair to his chin to make him look up at him.]

Cor Leonis, you are the most loyal, giving, selfless and duty-bound man I know. Of anyone, you deserve to have your every heart's desire. I do not wish to, but if I must, I will order you to chase this opportunity with all your heart. Duty doesn't bind you here. I want you to be free.