[He comes off as tense at close distance, though he melts forward into the hold and the kiss.

He wonders briefly in silence where to begin, then decides that cutting straight to the point is probably the best route. So, with a meaningless little ghost of a smile, he looks around the room. Maybe he can find something to clean. Something to make him stop thinking about...]

Mitsuki and I are... [His focus snaps back to Ignis.] Well, I suppose we broke things off? It may be temporary. I have no idea, but I won't be surprised if he never comes anywhere near me again.