[ They walk, and Auron speaks, and Regis listens, and the snow falls around them, lightly, peacefully. The words. They make so much about Auron make sense - the need to protect, the physical readiness, the way he is on edge about losing people, and uncertain, almost shy, about his wisdom and maturity being sought after. The confidence about giving advice when he does think it necessary.
And while the words flow and the upset is under control, it still feels to Regis as though Auron is fraying.
He remembers what Auron told him, about the promise he made - including to Regis himself - yet it seems to him that there is very little for Auron to be blamed with.
Still... still.
When Auron's words trail off, Regis pauses his step, looking over. His voice is quiet and soft, but very, very steady. ]
Auron. May I embrace you?
[ There are times when heat of the moment, a hug would just. Happen. Supportive and friendly and right, the way Auron himself held him not that long ago. But Auron has gathered himself in, even while he's pouring so much of his heart and soul out, and Regis is afraid that, should he attempt it without warning - without permission - it would not be taken well. ]
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And while the words flow and the upset is under control, it still feels to Regis as though Auron is fraying.
He remembers what Auron told him, about the promise he made - including to Regis himself - yet it seems to him that there is very little for Auron to be blamed with.
Still... still.
When Auron's words trail off, Regis pauses his step, looking over. His voice is quiet and soft, but very, very steady. ]
Auron. May I embrace you?
[ There are times when heat of the moment, a hug would just. Happen. Supportive and friendly and right, the way Auron himself held him not that long ago. But Auron has gathered himself in, even while he's pouring so much of his heart and soul out, and Regis is afraid that, should he attempt it without warning - without permission - it would not be taken well. ]