( They're getting somewhere, now. Gladiolus feels all his own rising irritation sharply dissipate, replaced by the long-familiar ache in his heart. One that can't be dealt with now, but lingers all the same. A painful reminder of what they keep behind closed doors and draw firm lines over.
Slowly, his hand comes to Ignis' hair, the pause a request for permission before his fingers begin to move through it. It's a big ask, a change not only to Ignis' life, but to all of theirs and now they're without the one man their lives have been constructed around. A breath hisses out between his teeth, eyes flicking around the room, resting on the door yet again.
He wonders... )
Alright. ( He doesn't yet know how to help, not properly, but that can be dealt with tomorrow. Tonight is about calming the man in his arms. )
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Slowly, his hand comes to Ignis' hair, the pause a request for permission before his fingers begin to move through it. It's a big ask, a change not only to Ignis' life, but to all of theirs and now they're without the one man their lives have been constructed around. A breath hisses out between his teeth, eyes flicking around the room, resting on the door yet again.
He wonders... )
Alright. ( He doesn't yet know how to help, not properly, but that can be dealt with tomorrow. Tonight is about calming the man in his arms. )
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