The tension drains from him at Suzaku's words, tension that he didn't even realise he'd been holding this entire time. He's not treading on Euphemia's grave. He's not asking Suzaku to relive what he did with his sister.

He strokes Suzaku's hair, that lovely thick pile of messy waves, soothing at him in the way he used to soothe Nunnally back when she depended on her older brother. His voice is low as he murmurs.

"I'm sorry." For evoking her and their mutual grief. He curls up off the mattress and bends in to plant a kiss where he's ruffled, lingering there with his face pressed into his scalp. He's tired of hurting Suzaku