[For a split second he thinks it's too much, he's said something or done something foolish and given himself away and now Ignis is going to withdraw from him again. It has tension curling through his shoulders, so painfully obvious until Ignis' opposite hand finds his again and he remembers how to breathe.
Those I care about so much and Gladio squeezes his eyes closed, burying his face in Ignis' shoulder, savoring the warmth of him, the feel of his hands, the way the smell of fresh herbs lingers on his clothes. This moment is meant for mourning and yet he can't help clinging to it, selfishly taking what he knows Ignis doesn't mean to give.
Isn't this why it all fell apart? Because he took what was meant to be so simple and soothing, friendship and comfort, and twisted it into something else. Something that wasn't supposed to be there. It hurt and as much as he clung to him now he knew he would hate himself for it later.]
You don't need to worry. 's... not your fault, Ig.
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Those I care about so much and Gladio squeezes his eyes closed, burying his face in Ignis' shoulder, savoring the warmth of him, the feel of his hands, the way the smell of fresh herbs lingers on his clothes. This moment is meant for mourning and yet he can't help clinging to it, selfishly taking what he knows Ignis doesn't mean to give.
Isn't this why it all fell apart? Because he took what was meant to be so simple and soothing, friendship and comfort, and twisted it into something else. Something that wasn't supposed to be there. It hurt and as much as he clung to him now he knew he would hate himself for it later.]
You don't need to worry. 's... not your fault, Ig.