[He wants to be fine. Here, with Ignis, he's more than fine, he swears.

His eyes readily meet those of his lover, and he smiles faintly, like he was prone to doing when they first met. Before things became this. Arms still around Ignis, he moves to lean in for a kiss, but it's ill timed and his movement is arrested by one perfect, firmly guiding hand.]

I believe so, yes. He's... not someone I want much to do with, for various reasons. Not yet.

[Because what he's gathered by now is what hurts the most, what drove him to obsess beyond the reunion, to try to draw everything out despite seeing the pain in their eyes.]

Is... anyone from your world from a different time, Ignis? That is, people who know things that haven't come to pass for you.