[That sheepish smile is met with an understanding one in return. Even if he weren't prone to doing it himself, Regis has been around people doing it his whole life. It's stranger to be in a room with someone not doing it than the opposite. His own quarters are no exception to this. Clarus' insistence on seeing him there is sometimes more than just because of an overabundance of caution. There have been many nights--after calls that were too close, plots discovered farther along than they should have been even though no one was in danger quite yet, reports of losses too high beyond their reaches--where Regis has allowed his Shield to accompany him back to his rooms and secure them until he was satisfied no matter how long it took. His old friend would not have rested otherwise. Not while there was any doubt in his mind that the one person he had the power to see absolutely safe was.
Nyx is really no different in that respect. The next generation already being weighed down by the same burdens as the previous one.
Regis is glad when Nyx's question draws him out of that cycle of thoughts. In fact, he almost laughs when he turns and sees which bottle the Glaive is asking about.
What a coincidence.]
It is. My favorite in fact. Would you like to give it a try? [While Nyx decides on if he would like to crack open a bottle of his king's favorite or continue exploring the cabinet, Regis sets to work removing his suit jacket and vest, leaving both draped over the dresser, before making his way to the nearby chair and settling into it to begin the tedious process of undoing the many clasps and buckles on his knee brace.]
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Nyx is really no different in that respect. The next generation already being weighed down by the same burdens as the previous one.
Regis is glad when Nyx's question draws him out of that cycle of thoughts. In fact, he almost laughs when he turns and sees which bottle the Glaive is asking about.
What a coincidence.]
It is. My favorite in fact. Would you like to give it a try?
[While Nyx decides on if he would like to crack open a bottle of his king's favorite or continue exploring the cabinet, Regis sets to work removing his suit jacket and vest, leaving both draped over the dresser, before making his way to the nearby chair and settling into it to begin the tedious process of undoing the many clasps and buckles on his knee brace.]