"No," Ignis answers flatly, before letting out another quiet breath and reaching over with his free hand to get his glasses back onto his face. With them back on, he feels at least a little more put together. That's just a placebo effect of sorts, he knows, but still. He'll take whatever he can get right now. "But right now, it feels as though either option would frustrate me."
With his sight restored once again, he glances back down at their loosely held fingers. Slowly, he adjusts them, focuses on the feel of Gladio's fingers, traces the length of them. They were always rough hands even by the time they got together, because of course they would be. They couldn't be anything less, with all the hard work that Gladio did, and clearly still does. And yet, in some ways, small and perhaps almost minuscule in a few areas... They're different.
His grip tightens, a bit, just enough so that he can tug Gladio along in the direction of the sink. "...I don't know how to feel about you right now. Every time I feel as though I'm becoming settled from this sudden change of pace-" Which is a very mild description for what's actually happening here, but that's Ignis. "-you say something that frustrates or... confuses me."
And maybe it's the confusion that's making this just a bit worse.
Flicking on the water, he tugs Gladio's hand over to be beneath the pour so that he can squeeze some soap onto it. There's no explanation happening here but, well, this was the hand he was holding a chili in, so... Just in case.
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With his sight restored once again, he glances back down at their loosely held fingers. Slowly, he adjusts them, focuses on the feel of Gladio's fingers, traces the length of them. They were always rough hands even by the time they got together, because of course they would be. They couldn't be anything less, with all the hard work that Gladio did, and clearly still does. And yet, in some ways, small and perhaps almost minuscule in a few areas... They're different.
His grip tightens, a bit, just enough so that he can tug Gladio along in the direction of the sink. "...I don't know how to feel about you right now. Every time I feel as though I'm becoming settled from this sudden change of pace-" Which is a very mild description for what's actually happening here, but that's Ignis. "-you say something that frustrates or... confuses me."
And maybe it's the confusion that's making this just a bit worse.
Flicking on the water, he tugs Gladio's hand over to be beneath the pour so that he can squeeze some soap onto it. There's no explanation happening here but, well, this was the hand he was holding a chili in, so... Just in case.