[Ignis sighs, hand coming up to carefully untangle Gladio's from his necklace. There's a moment where it seems he's going to refuse, but he then lets go of the Shield's hand and begins to undo the buttons of his shirt. He's getting soft and he knows it, but hopefully the pause will cover it just enough to keep Gladio from getting a big head about it.]
My chest is nothing compared to yours. I'm not sure why you're even bothering. [Of course, Ignis knows that he's soft on Ardyn too, subtly backing the man's wish to leave even though he would really rather the redhead stay.
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My chest is nothing compared to yours. I'm not sure why you're even bothering.
[Of course, Ignis knows that he's soft on Ardyn too, subtly backing the man's wish to leave even though he would really rather the redhead stay.
Honestly, he's just doomed, isn't he?]