He's not in the most comfortable position but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters but Ignis' weight against him, the taste of him still on his lips, that soft tease when they part. He laughs, strained and choked with tears of relief, presses his forehead to Ignis' and just basks in this moment, this seemingly impossible moment.

"I love you." His words are thick and rough and punctuated with a brush of lips against his cheek. But once he allows himself to voice it. Say what's been in his heart, desperate to be expressed for so, so long. He can't stop saying it. Repeating the words like a prayer.

No more "be better" just this, soft kisses over his cheeks, his brow, his lips and nose and jaw, everywhere, each with another "I love you."