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[Cor had learned, eventually, to accept just how far those boundaries Regis set stretched. They'd had months to learn how they fit together. Things were... different now. More painful, possibly. The last thing Cor wanted to do was push for some of that affection once more and only have it bring Regis pain, reminders of Aulea's absence.

He's tried to keep his hands in check over the last few weeks, reminded himself over and over again that it was up to Regis to decide how the time had changed his feelings. So this was a little bit of an indulgence. One that, perhaps, Regis would feel Cor had taken advantage of. If that was the case he would apologize but... part of him desperately hoped it wasn't.]

That's it...

[Cor is careful to keep one hand at least partially supporting his King's head, letting him still relax into his hands as he worked the lather through long dark strands. Even if, for a moment, he found himself simply watching Regis, a faint smile on his lips, appreciating the line of his jaw, the curve of his ear, the fan of dark lashes... Sometimes it struck him how devastatingly handsome the other man was and he forgot to breathe for a moment, forgot everything else.

Silly as he felt afterward, it was something that had always happened... he just didn't have to hide it as much here.

Once his hair was thoroughly shampooed Cor coaxed Regis back once more. Not quite all the way to the edge of the tub, though. Instead he braced his arm across the tub, let Regis lay back with Cor's arm tucked up against the back of his neck. Then he began scooping water up to rinse his hair clean, a little bit quicker than he'd wet it but not enough to splash overly much or make Regis feel rushed.

At least he hoped.]

You're fine...

[The words probably seem out of place considering they are in answer to thoughts Cor has not expressed. Will is the one who can read minds, not Regis, but Regis does have years of watching Cor grow up under his belt, and he remembers full well just how easy it is for his friend to worry. No matter what particular worry he might be chewing on right now, hopefully the words will help put his mind at ease. It is only fair, after all the care Cor is giving him at the moment.

Another contented sigh slips from his mouth as Regis allows Cor to do whatever he needs to. Speed hardly registers in his mind. This is all a wonderful break from everything that has been going on and he's not about to waste any of the time worrying about how much time he might have left.

Worries are not welcome here, no matter who they may be trying to bother.]

[Cor huffs a soft breath, simultaneously annoyed at being called out and also knowing damn well Regis was right to do it. He gradually leans Regis back to the edge of the tub once more, this time leaning over him to drop a light kiss to his forehead. Then he settles in to begin combing out his King's hair, first with his fingers, then a comb.]

So are you.

[He takes his time smoothing out all that dark hair, fingers slipping into the water periodically to offer a little surge of heat, making certain it stays nice and warm. Eventually, when he's certain Regis has melted back into that hazy space between sleeping and waking, he finally draws his hands away. A slight rustle and then a gentle tug on the bottom most part of his hair, the sharp metallic grind of blade against blade, and then, abruptly, the weight of all that wet hair lightened slightly.]

Be still, mea vita.

[A small, pleased smile turns up Regis' lips at those words, almost as if he knows just how much Cor is appraising him and can't help but be extremely appreciative of the attention. Between that satisfaction and the continued warmth of the water, it doesn't take him long to slip back into that hazy mindset that Cor is looking for. In fact, he slides back so far that the only acknowledgement the warning gets is a soft hum. Later there will be bad jokes about cutting enough hair to make a small dog--or quite frankly a large one--later, but for now it will just have to wait.]

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