[He doesn't deserve it. Those words come from Gladio once more and Ignis knows, so fiercely that it burns, that he doesn't deserve it. Ignis shuts his eyes tightly as heat flares behind the lids and curls himself close to the other man, burying his head against the curve of Gladio's neck and shoulder.
It doesn't need to be said again. The once was enough for it to burrow into the careful casing that Ignis had enclosed his feelings towards Gladiolus inside, to crack and break it and send him reeling with the tightness in his chest and throat, the damp sensation against his lashes.
How long? he wonders, but he doesn't ask. No, he knows how long it's been. How long he's been pulling Gladio along, dangling the hope of something without ever truly offering it.]
I love you, too. [The words come out quiet, small and slightly choked, murmured against Gladio's shoulder. Displays of emotion have never been Ignis' forte, but here he is now, subtly shaking under the intensity of that confession.]
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It doesn't need to be said again. The once was enough for it to burrow into the careful casing that Ignis had enclosed his feelings towards Gladiolus inside, to crack and break it and send him reeling with the tightness in his chest and throat, the damp sensation against his lashes.
How long? he wonders, but he doesn't ask. No, he knows how long it's been. How long he's been pulling Gladio along, dangling the hope of something without ever truly offering it.]
I love you, too. [The words come out quiet, small and slightly choked, murmured against Gladio's shoulder. Displays of emotion have never been Ignis' forte, but here he is now, subtly shaking under the intensity of that confession.]
I love you.