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[As torn apart as Cor is right now, Regis isn't surprised with the lack of answer nor does he push for one. He just tightens his hold on his friend, eventually starting to rock him. At some point, he starts humming softly, a tune which Cor might recognize as a lullaby, one he no doubt walked in on Regis humming to a certain baby on nights when neither could sleep. Always just humming, never singing since Regis insisted him singing would only upset young Noctis more.

Or he will insist, depending on whose point in time one is viewing things from.

Eventually, Cor starts to calm. Regis is certain it is merely exhaustion. After all, these are not the kind of emotions that can be worked through in one conversation. It will take several, especially considering how long these particular emotions have been hidden before now.]

I know, and I you no matter what difficulties fate throws in our way.

[He raises his head, placing a gentle kiss against Cor's damp cheek, fingers soothingly rubbing at the back of his head.]

Trust your love with me and rest now. You have earned it.

[Hopefully, they can speak more on this later. There is a risk Cor will just pack it all away again, but it is a risk Regis is going to take. Cor has given enough for one night.]

I will stand guard over your dreams and keep your nightmares at bay. This I swear.

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[If he weren't so exhausted he'd argue. Insist that he shouldn't stay here. That this is crossing lines and he doesn't deserve this level of affection from his King. That he's been taking advantage of Regis' ignorance of his feelings to take more from him than he'd realized he was giving.

If he weren't so exhausted he'd pull himself together, drag all his foolish emotions back behind walls and insist that he would not impose upon his friend. Shutter it all away once more, clean his face, and become the Marshal once again.

But he is exhausted, mentally and emotionally spent in a way he has not been in more years than he can count. As much as he fears his feelings will be a burden on his King he also cannot help but feel a little lighter now those words have finally been spoken, his heart unburdened of secrets and shackles.

Regis kisses his cheek and he leans into it helpless to resist the affection, the slide of fingers over the short strands of his hair soothing in a way he'd never felt, the warmth of his King's arms around him quieting the fleeting thought of protest. He's so exhausted, in fact, that it's only with a considerable effort from his King that he even ends up falling into bed, half asleep in his arms before Regis even gets him settled. Fully dressed and too tired to care about getting under the damn blanket.

As long as he has his love to keep him warm that's all he needs.]