( 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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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.