Regis did not hesitate before he tucked himself in, his own arms coming around the bulk of the Shield's body and fingers fisting lightly into the fabric of his clothes. How often had Clarus held him like this?

How often was he going to hold him like this in the future?

"They do need me, though. Not consciously. Not demandingly. But if I disappoint them, each of them will lose something that can't be recovered. And they already lost their home."

He squeezed his eyes and forced himself to breathe. To think. To stop focusing on himself. Even if it was difficult to forget. Ignis's change of attitude. Noct's grief. Gladio's... reaction.

"'m grateful, too, you know. Whatever this place is, it's giving you more time. It's giving you some of the people you love most." It was giving Noctis time without the weight of the Ring and all it meant. Giving them all...

"Safe. This place, at least this far, seems safe."

For many people, Insomnia had felt safe, always. But Regis and Clarus knew different. They knew the price of it, or at least Regis thought he did. But this, here. It felt different entirely, and it was only in Clarus's reassurance that Regis finally saw it.

More food for thought. But at least a realization that calmed him a little, so he finally relaxed, slightly, in Clarus's arms.