Given how unkind fate had been to them, specifically to Regis, a comforting position was one they found themselves in quite often. More often than Clarus would like. If he could only hold Regis like this in times of trouble, he would have accepted never holding him again. Just so long as his king was happy.

"They're grown men. They don't need anything more than you can give them, Dearest." Clarus unconsciously placed his lips to the top of the prince's head, pressing a gentle kiss there briefly. "They know you're different. They know you've yet to experience the events that shape you into the man they know. They'll be fine."

Safe. Yes, in a manner of speaking. There were still monsters, still mysteries to be solved that made Clarus uneasy. The political climate was generally easy, but there was a tension whenever anyone spoke of the gated Empire, and the military might of the Republic made Clarus eye them warily. These weren't his lands, and he wished no part in any wars they might wage, but he'd prefer to avoid being a casualty as well.

"I believe it may be," he finally agreed with a soft sigh. A place for Regis to grow old in safety, maybe. And for Noctis.