[It's permission to crumble, and he loves and loathes it. This is why he adores Ignis so, why they clicked from the first moment they laid eyes on each other. He smiles, bittersweet, for several moments.
Yorkshire pudding. Commoner food, to be sure, but the kind Louis would unironically make them all, and that Albert would love with every fiber of his being.
He's so touched he can't even speak for a while. He fears that if he does, his voice will betray him.
Rather than speak, he wraps Ignis into an embrace, something he's only come to appreciate since coming here. He knows it's horribly sentimental, so he doesn't hold it for longer than the amount of time it takes for him to breathe Ignis in and stave off an emotional response. When he pulls away, he reaches out to stroke fingers over Ignis' hair, so like a lover.]
You're the best man here. I can make some tea to go with it.
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Yorkshire pudding. Commoner food, to be sure, but the kind Louis would unironically make them all, and that Albert would love with every fiber of his being.
He's so touched he can't even speak for a while. He fears that if he does, his voice will betray him.
Rather than speak, he wraps Ignis into an embrace, something he's only come to appreciate since coming here. He knows it's horribly sentimental, so he doesn't hold it for longer than the amount of time it takes for him to breathe Ignis in and stave off an emotional response. When he pulls away, he reaches out to stroke fingers over Ignis' hair, so like a lover.]
You're the best man here. I can make some tea to go with it.