[It is human. But he still feels lost and guilty. He should be glad that Bruce managed to get away from this place. But he has never been able to handle a Wayne being taken from him well. He'd still never properly mourned Thomas. He couldn't. He'd had to focus on Bruce. His world had been Bruce. Less so here, but the feeling is still the same.

That and there's a gnawing fear that those that leave don't actually go home. There's no proof of it. There's nothing but the word of LIES to go by and he doesn't trust them. Not one bit. For all he knows, Bruce is just somewhere else on this planet. Some other facility, with no one there for him. While he knows the man can fend for himself, the thought is nauseating. More than the want to have his boy here still. Here where he can keep an eye on him now and then.

His breath shudders and his forehead slips to rest on Regulus' shoulder. His shoulders shake as of he's still trying to keep it in. He won't cry here. He can't.]

I never really got to tell him...how much I love him. Or how proud I am of him. I wish I could tell him that. I wish I could have been there more for him. I know I'll never be his father, I'll never replace his parents, but I wanted to tell him at least once, how I saw him. I failed him, Reg. As a father...

[His arms wrap a bit around the teen, needing something to hold onto.] And I failed you too. As your guardian.