[There's a moment there, still and quiet, his hand hovering uncertainly between them, fingertips tingling and warm from that soft brush of lips. It's enough to make his heart race and ache all at once.

Too much, too many ghosts that already haunt his days, and even now if he closes his eyes he can hear Selena's screams.

And for as gentle and respectful as he's tried to be, even if his interest has been anything but subtle, the next moment there's something harsh and fierce in his face. Both hands come up to fist into the heavy fabric of his suit and Nyx pushes Regis back, one step then another, a third and there's a chair directly behind him and Nyx is bearing down on him, pushing him down into the chair, bending over him, eyes gone silver with determination.]

I don't think so... sir.

[He shakes his head, eyes bright with emotion, dismissing the older man's request.]

King or no you can command actions and you can command minds but hearts are beyond your control, beyond anyone's control.

[And finally Nyx presses in closer. For all the harshness in his voice the kiss is gentle, soothing and sweet, easing the sting of his words and the fear that swells in his chest at the implications in what Regis said.]

Command it, order me to leave and as your Glaive I will. But that will not change how I feel or how it will hurt. You spare me nothing and inflict nothing but pain on yourself. Heroes don't get to choose who they let mourn them.