[So close to him, Gladio would doubtless feel the way that Ignis relaxes slowly, the way he leans into him and against him in a way he has never needed to before. If he closes his eyes here he can pretend for a moment that when he opens them it won't still be black.
His friend (friend? it seems like such a silly word to call them when he knows they're so much more, and yet... they've never given what they are a name) makes that offer and he exhales a slow breath, concentrating on the movement of Gladio's fingers through his hair and the gentle, simple comfort of it.]
( It's different, but he can hardly call it unpleasant, not when the only thing that's stopped the discussion of naming what they are is the simple fact that Gladiolus is almost certain Ignis would wall himself off in fifty different ways if he tried to broach it. Even here and now, there are things worth protecting, things which make this bearable.
He bites that all down. No need to bring up more feelings tonight. )
Let's sit down.
( There's a couch near the door. They can stay there for the moment. )
[With the anger gone all that's left is the uncertainty, the worry, the fear, and he feels it eating away at him even as they move across to the couch - Gladio feeling so sure and solid while Ignis holds onto his arm and hopes he doesn't trip.
They make it to the couch without incident. Ignis' steps are far more certain than he would give himself credit for and he sits down carefully, curling his hands against the edge of the cushion. He feels as if he's shaking inside his own skin, tense and nervous and so unlike himself that he doesn't know what to do with any of it.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that.
( Maybe it's easier to believe in Ignis' capabilities when he can see them for himself. When each step rings with the familiar sureness he has so long associated with the adviser, it's easy to know that he'll be back to his same skilled self with work.
Those things must be harder to recognise in the dark.
Gladio relaxes onto the couch and straightens up almost immediately, leaning elbows onto thighs, threading fingers together as he looks over. There are so many obstacles to overcome and moving forward is the only way Gladio can see them getting through this. Any of it. )
Don't mention it.
( Who is Gladiolus to complain about anyone's angry outbursts, after all.
There's something there, a flare of hope, an awareness of his surroundings which Ignis doesn't seem to realise yet, but perhaps this isn't the time to bring it up. )
[The words come out muttered, but Gladio said 'don't mention it', and he trails off into silence as he sits there. He can still hear his own voice ringing in his ears, the shouts, the cursing, and Six, someone must have heard it but thanks be to everything that no one has come to investigate. Ignis isn't sure he could take the embarrassment on top of everything else.
Gladio's offer almost makes him smile. Almost, but not quite, as the smallest twitch of a movement pulls at the corner of his mouth and then dies off. He squeezes his fingers around the other man's, taking more comfort in that point of contact than he ever would have thought possible, and there are a few false start of indrawn breaths and unsteady exhales before he manages to speak.]
You can't imagine it. It's... it's terrifying, Gladio. I keep trying to reach for some flicker of colour, some speck of light, and there's... nothing. There's nothing, and it's never going to change.
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His friend (friend? it seems like such a silly word to call them when he knows they're so much more, and yet... they've never given what they are a name) makes that offer and he exhales a slow breath, concentrating on the movement of Gladio's fingers through his hair and the gentle, simple comfort of it.]
... This is what I need.
[This. Just... this.]
Stay with me.
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He bites that all down. No need to bring up more feelings tonight. )
Let's sit down.
( There's a couch near the door. They can stay there for the moment. )
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[With the anger gone all that's left is the uncertainty, the worry, the fear, and he feels it eating away at him even as they move across to the couch - Gladio feeling so sure and solid while Ignis holds onto his arm and hopes he doesn't trip.
They make it to the couch without incident. Ignis' steps are far more certain than he would give himself credit for and he sits down carefully, curling his hands against the edge of the cushion. He feels as if he's shaking inside his own skin, tense and nervous and so unlike himself that he doesn't know what to do with any of it.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that.
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Those things must be harder to recognise in the dark.
Gladio relaxes onto the couch and straightens up almost immediately, leaning elbows onto thighs, threading fingers together as he looks over. There are so many obstacles to overcome and moving forward is the only way Gladio can see them getting through this. Any of it. )
Don't mention it.
( Who is Gladiolus to complain about anyone's angry outbursts, after all.
There's something there, a flare of hope, an awareness of his surroundings which Ignis doesn't seem to realise yet, but perhaps this isn't the time to bring it up. )
Want me to, uh, just listen?
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[The words come out muttered, but Gladio said 'don't mention it', and he trails off into silence as he sits there. He can still hear his own voice ringing in his ears, the shouts, the cursing, and Six, someone must have heard it but thanks be to everything that no one has come to investigate. Ignis isn't sure he could take the embarrassment on top of everything else.
Gladio's offer almost makes him smile. Almost, but not quite, as the smallest twitch of a movement pulls at the corner of his mouth and then dies off. He squeezes his fingers around the other man's, taking more comfort in that point of contact than he ever would have thought possible, and there are a few false start of indrawn breaths and unsteady exhales before he manages to speak.]
You can't imagine it. It's... it's terrifying, Gladio. I keep trying to reach for some flicker of colour, some speck of light, and there's... nothing. There's nothing, and it's never going to change.