[It probably says a lot about him, the fact that he actually does suck in a sharp breath the moment Regis instructs him to. The first one harsh and panicked but swiftly forced back under control. The process of managing his breathing eased by the warm hand settling over his hair and he tilts his head back slightly, pressing into the touch like a needy kitten, slowly opening his eye to look up at his King.
The soothing tone borders on too much, almost enough to make him cry.
But Regis needs him. His King needs him and so he blinks back the panic and the emotion and forces a nod, eyes clearing of that distance that comes so often with traumas.]
Sorry... sir. [Hoarse and he almost doesn't add the honorific because he should be apologizing to Jet as much as Regis.
Of course then he's flinching slightly, turning his face into Regis again to shield his eyes from the new lights. Give him a second to adjust and he'll be fine.]
D'you need me to do anything? [This directed somewhat awkwardly at Jet. Surely she's going to need him to move or something?]
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The soothing tone borders on too much, almost enough to make him cry.
But Regis needs him. His King needs him and so he blinks back the panic and the emotion and forces a nod, eyes clearing of that distance that comes so often with traumas.]
Sorry... sir. [Hoarse and he almost doesn't add the honorific because he should be apologizing to Jet as much as Regis.
Of course then he's flinching slightly, turning his face into Regis again to shield his eyes from the new lights. Give him a second to adjust and he'll be fine.]
D'you need me to do anything? [This directed somewhat awkwardly at Jet. Surely she's going to need him to move or something?]