[At least that admonition results in Albert laughing faintly, genuinely, the tension in him breaking like a wave.
Ignis is everything he could ask for in a confidant, and he's grateful to have met him. Whatever strange fate brought them together, he'll thank, and hope it doesn't see fit to tear them apart.
Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Ignis' palm. His eyes close, and his lips linger there, until the last bits of tension ebb slowly away, breath after breath. His touch is soothing. Then Albert looks back to him, meeting his gaze.]
I'm finishing this Yorkshire pudding first.
[The smile he offers is a little fragile, but broad and sincere. And for once, it reaches his eyes.]
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[At least that admonition results in Albert laughing faintly, genuinely, the tension in him breaking like a wave.
Ignis is everything he could ask for in a confidant, and he's grateful to have met him. Whatever strange fate brought them together, he'll thank, and hope it doesn't see fit to tear them apart.
Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Ignis' palm. His eyes close, and his lips linger there, until the last bits of tension ebb slowly away, breath after breath. His touch is soothing. Then Albert looks back to him, meeting his gaze.]
I'm finishing this Yorkshire pudding first.
[The smile he offers is a little fragile, but broad and sincere. And for once, it reaches his eyes.]