[ Both days have been very difficult for Regis. He had... mostly found his balance, against the grief and staggering guilt. He had lost so many people he had worked with for a long time, so many people he had cared about, some that he had loved... and all who had relied on him. To protect them from that same thing. He was restless, hardly able to meet anyone's eyes in the house but doing so anyway, walking tall. Staying close, to reassure those who needed the reassurance, and only going off when he got too listless to stay indoors.
Not walking, though, other than his search for Cor. There were fires to put out. He could help. He could do something.
But then he came back, as soon as he finished a reasonable shift, or got too tired.
(It was far, far too soon for an anniversary. Forever would be too soon, but not this soon.)
So Noct doesn't have to look for him much. He is in the garden, probably still smelling faintly of the candles that Cor had burned. ]
Son. [ Softly, an acknowledgement of Noct's presence... and then no hesitation at all, to wrap his arms around the smaller, slender frame, to hold his son close to him, to his heart. And his breath comes in ragged, but he tries to keep it steady. ] I'm here.
[ Whatever that may mean, how much or how little, he is. ]
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Not walking, though, other than his search for Cor. There were fires to put out. He could help. He could do something.
But then he came back, as soon as he finished a reasonable shift, or got too tired.
(It was far, far too soon for an anniversary. Forever would be too soon, but not this soon.)
So Noct doesn't have to look for him much. He is in the garden, probably still smelling faintly of the candles that Cor had burned. ]
Son. [ Softly, an acknowledgement of Noct's presence... and then no hesitation at all, to wrap his arms around the smaller, slender frame, to hold his son close to him, to his heart. And his breath comes in ragged, but he tries to keep it steady. ] I'm here.
[ Whatever that may mean, how much or how little, he is. ]