Laurent's not much for hugging, or touching people at all, but in that moment he wishes that he were. He watches Nyx closely, sees the little signs of pain and sorrow, maybe loneliness, that he knows how to read. He's been studying Nyx for years.

"Take whatever time you need," Laurent says, which is the best that he can offer him. He wishes he could give more. He'd give Nyx half the kingdom, if he wanted it, and he'd know that it would be in good hands.

"Nyx," he says, voice soft, leaving it open-ended to indicate an offer or a suggestion on the tip of his tongue, to see if Nyx will be drawn to it or if he'll brush off anything further, so that Laurent will know how much Nyx needs and what he can offer.