Regulus leans over, his arms folding across Desire's neck and his head lowering to rest softly on top of the one in his lap. After a few moments his back starts to protest, so he slides out of the chair and settles with his arms wrapped about Desire and his head resting on his neck. He takes a deep breath, and then another, and is almost calm.

"You. Are you sure? Even if I'm just a figment of someone's imagination?"

Almost calm.