[There's the briefest pause, then Albert's arms wrap around Ignis in return, holding on more tightly than he thinks he's ever held anyone. His head rests on Ignis' shoulder, and his lips graze his neck as he speaks quietly.]

I don't know where to begin. I'm... fine, though. I'm fine.

[He doesn't sound convinced of that, but at the same time he means it. He's happy William and Louis are here, whatever the truth is of their arrival and whatever came before. Yet when he finally came out of his fugue and his bed to check his phone, all he wanted to do was be in Ignis' presence, and in his arms. Perhaps that's half the guilt.]

My brothers arrived shortly after we went to the Gardens together.