Caius didn’t want to say of course she needed his help, because this was about Reagan finding and claiming her power ... but that was an instinctual reaction inside of him. It wasn’t really about superiority, it was the fact that they were a team. They were intertwined and deeply connected to one another, and Caius needed Reagan just as much. He nodded a little, a tiny smile crossing his lips. Caius moved his hands up to cup her face, and kissed her softly. “You always have it,” he murmured back. “I’m yours, no matter what. We’ll figure something out. In the meantime ... you’ll tell me if Westin comes back? Or if you feel the urge to leave the house at night again?”
Reagan nodded and brought her hands up to curl her fingers around his wrists. "I'll tell you. But... I don't know if I'll feel cognizant of it when it happens. I barely remember leaving last night. Maybe it will be different next time, I don't know. But I won't keep it from you." Caius would help her, she knew that much. And if he could keep her from fatally harming someone, then she wasn't going to try to handle this all on her own. Maybe she didn't feel as much remorse as she probably should be feeling, but Reagan was still empathetic enough to recognize she didn't want to kill anyone. "I love you," she murmured, pressing another kiss to his lips.
He had a feeling he would be sleeping lightly for a while, some part of him waiting for Reagan to get up, not in her right mind. Maybe it was something he could task the Obscurities with, watching over them while they slept. They could wake him if Reagan rose in the night without him noticing. They could also alert him if Westin returned. Caius hoped, anyway. He wasn’t sure yet what he would do if either of those things happened, but he would try to have a plan in place before they did. He would watch over her with everything he had. “I love you too,” he whispered against Reagan’s lips. He kissed her a few more times, then pulled back enough to let them breathe, his fingers moving to tuck some stray hair behind her ear. “Now ... do you want some coffee for real this time?” he asked with a faint half-smile.
Reagan knew Caius well enough to know that he wouldn't be sitting idly by waiting for the next thing to happen, when and if it did. But she trusted him and she knew she had him on her side, no matter what might happen. "Coffee sounds good," Reagan said, ready to try and pretend things were normal again for a bit longer. With his hand in hers, she stood to walk with him downstairs.