[It's not a hug. It doesn't need to be. But he's found that it is a little hard to believe still, that he's even allowed to touch Ignis. Which just means that he keeps reminding himself every other moment by keeping a hand on him.

He takes the hand Iggy holds out, kisses his knuckles, nuzzles into his palm and then lets him take his hand back, just standing close enough to return his hand to the small of Ignis' back, fighting down the urge to untuck his stupid shirt so his fingers can rest on bare skin.]

You do realize there's still uh- a lot of this story I don't know, yeah?

Which is kinda fucked up. That I know more about our resident rabbit than the gods back home. Just... How much were they hiding? [Now that he knows what Ignis was doing all those years he has to wonder how little he really understood of what they were up against.]