[It was a combination of things. From the tone of his voice, his words... the gesture of affection warming his temple. All those things that hit that chord in him.
A shuddering breath is the only warning he gave.
It was some kind of night that had him experiencing more emotion than he has in years. He didn't want Ignis to see him cry, so he settles in his lap in such a way so he can press his forehead to his shoulder so he can let out all the tears he's been holding back.
Honestly it doesn't take as long as he was expecting, perhaps a solid minute of sobbing to get it fully out of his system- and it stops almost as abruptly as it started.
There's a few wayward sniffles. And he could address his words, maybe tease at the fact that Ignis was far more than stubborn. And maybe shyly affirm a few things about this change between them.
But, instead, Ignis gets a thoughtful pause before finally:]
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A shuddering breath is the only warning he gave.
It was some kind of night that had him experiencing more emotion than he has in years. He didn't want Ignis to see him cry, so he settles in his lap in such a way so he can press his forehead to his shoulder so he can let out all the tears he's been holding back.
Honestly it doesn't take as long as he was expecting, perhaps a solid minute of sobbing to get it fully out of his system- and it stops almost as abruptly as it started.
There's a few wayward sniffles. And he could address his words, maybe tease at the fact that Ignis was far more than stubborn. And maybe shyly affirm a few things about this change between them.
But, instead, Ignis gets a thoughtful pause before finally:]
...I soaked your shirt. It's gross.
[A beat.]
You should probably take it off.