[The gentle, familiar touch would normally make Soma jerk back. It's one thing to put a comforting hand on someone's shoulder, but face-touching is intimate. But Ignis is kind and the alcohol is strong.

So Soma turns his head slightly, and Ignis will feel soft, cool lips brushing over the pad of his thumb.]

All I do is feel now. A lot of things. New things. Like you, the way you make me feel better. You're a good person, Ignis. I like you.

[He catches Ignis's hand and presses a kiss to the backs of his fingers.]