[To an extent he knows how hard it can be to open up, if Will were anyone else he'd have had just as much trouble. The nature of his powers leaves things feeling imbalanced, he knows all there is to know about Cor while Cor feels like he knows hardly anything in return.

So much so that Cor doesn't even know where to start. What to ask? About his partner? His past?

Cor lets his fingers twine with Will's, quiet for a long moment, contemplative.]

I don't... know what to ask. I, honestly, think it'll come on it's own as long as you don't stop yourself from saying it for my sake.

[He doesn't really even know what to say beyond that. He doesn't want to force Will to say things he's not comfortable with but...]

As long as you remember who you belong to now, alright?

[His other hand lifts to trace a finger along the edge of his mask. Then Cor's expression shifts, head tilting curiously, a small pleased smile tugging at his lips. He raises their hands, pressing his palm against Will's, stretching his fingers out for a moment and letting fire flicker over his finger tips, letting the heat play softly against Will's fingers as well.]

Or maybe to both of us. He can share it, you know. With those he chooses to, those sworn to their King. If you'd like a different sort of reminder.