I'll let you know when I figure it out.

[A smirk, all bravado and sarcasm again. He's not entirely sure himself, doesn't know that he has any reason that will satisfy the man before him, certainly not reason enough to satisfy his own traitorous mind.

He's thought about it for years now and only recently begun to accept the fact that the pull there was something beyond his understanding. He could try to logic it out all he wanted but logic had nothing to do with it.]

You think I know the whims of my heart any more than you? I know this is where I want to be. I know I want to know you, not my king but the man who gives so selflessly, who sacrifices so much and bears the weight of his duties so gracefully.

[He shrugs a little, looking almost embarrassed for a moment. It's sappy and he doesn't have a good reason but that doesn't make him yearn any less. His hand lifts, fingers tracing the fine lines of strain the crystal has marked on Regis' face and frowning slightly, leaning in and gently coaxing him to turn his head so he can brush a kiss against those lines.]

I want to see that glimmer of mischief in your eyes more. And I kinda wanna be the one to put it there.