[There's a small delirious part of him that almost lets foolish words tumble free. "Anything for you." Maybe an "Always" or some other sentiment that he can't let go of. Focusing on stopping those words takes up what little bit of clarity he had regained from the shock of pain. Instead all that comes out is a soft, mumble.]
Ah-huh [Meant to be an affirmative but perhaps to garbled for even that. What he does do, before he even realizes what he's doing, is turn his face into Ignis' hand, pressing into that comforting touch like a cat, tipping his head just enough to press a feather light kiss to his palm.]
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Ah-huh [Meant to be an affirmative but perhaps to garbled for even that. What he does do, before he even realizes what he's doing, is turn his face into Ignis' hand, pressing into that comforting touch like a cat, tipping his head just enough to press a feather light kiss to his palm.]