[It... was the wrong thing to say. The frustration and helplessness of it all (not to mention the self fulfilling prophecy of losing something important when he tried to love and open himself) made something inside him break. So he pushes out of the embrace, straddling the older man in the process. It didn't register that the positioning could he questionable because that wasn't the point.

The point was his fists curled angrily in Ignis' shirt, brows furrowed and lips pulled back.

His heart was aching and he was upset.]

You have never failed me! And you never will. What kind of question is that? What do you think I am!? How little do you think of me and my choices and you and yours. We're grown men!

Just men! Nothing else.

What I'm thinking of is waking up tomorrow morning and looking at the person I love next to me! Looking at the person who has been by my side. How could I ever despise you for wanting the truth.

I'm not just a King. I am a person.

You're a person, Iggy!

[Knuckles a painful white from the grip he was holding, his throat sore with the raw emotion he was exhibiting.]

I would still rely on you, succumbing to your emotions and letting us both have what we want isn't a failure. It's human! Isn't that important?

Wouldn't you just regret it if I decided to not ask? If this stopped?

This all could end tomorrow- another meteor could crash, something could happen. And what then? Then it would have been empty and meaningless. You don't deserve that. I don't deserve that.

[Hands shaking, his breathing a little labored as he tried to calm himself down, eyes closing briefly, as he asks again. Softer this time:]

What are you willing to give?