How does he explain that while Ignis was learning how to hide his emotions Gladio was training for that exact eventuality. Being so perfect -perfect, not hardly- and eventually being destroyed by it was kind of exactly what he was bred for. He sighs softly, not realizing yet that Ignis is even moving.
"I don't think I was meant to survive long enough for it to destroy me, Igs." Sure he's younger than his dad was when he died but they were relatively safe for a long time. And... really he's not that much younger. What 15, 20 years? Gods what did that say about him that he didn't remember how old his father had been.
But then he's sitting up abruptly because the door to the shack is open and Ignis is there? Here? With him and-
"Iggy..." A soft breath and then he's dropping to his knees in front of the bed, taking one hand, gently at first as though he can't quite believe this is really happening. Then his fingers tighten around Ignis' wrist and he all but yanks him forward, spilling back over his heels to lean against the bed and dragging Ignis forward on top of him. It hurts, the sudden weight of the other man on him when he's still so wounded, but it doesn't matter. None of it matters because Ignis is here with him and more than that he wants to be with him when he'd been so certain he'd never want to see him again.
Arms wrap tight around him and Gladio buries his face against his neck, a sharp sob of relief escaping the Shield. This was all he wanted, this moment. All he's ever wanted.
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"I don't think I was meant to survive long enough for it to destroy me, Igs." Sure he's younger than his dad was when he died but they were relatively safe for a long time. And... really he's not that much younger. What 15, 20 years? Gods what did that say about him that he didn't remember how old his father had been.
But then he's sitting up abruptly because the door to the shack is open and Ignis is there? Here? With him and-
"Iggy..." A soft breath and then he's dropping to his knees in front of the bed, taking one hand, gently at first as though he can't quite believe this is really happening. Then his fingers tighten around Ignis' wrist and he all but yanks him forward, spilling back over his heels to lean against the bed and dragging Ignis forward on top of him. It hurts, the sudden weight of the other man on him when he's still so wounded, but it doesn't matter. None of it matters because Ignis is here with him and more than that he wants to be with him when he'd been so certain he'd never want to see him again.
Arms wrap tight around him and Gladio buries his face against his neck, a sharp sob of relief escaping the Shield. This was all he wanted, this moment. All he's ever wanted.