You could thank me by taking care of yourself better.

[ Gladio says softly when Ignis snuggles. There's no reproach in his voice -- how can he, when he's doing the same? -- only a gentle wistfulness. The last thing Ignis needs is someone to nag him into subservience, but he's going to do that anyway because he just loves him that much.

Ignis fits in beautifully, too, perfectly, like he was made just for him. He's lifting his head for another kiss, desire simmering soft and low and he holds on to him a little tighter than he should.

The scar on his neck is jarring, unpleasant, and Gladio frowns at it, finding himself hating the sight of it -- a reminder that he almost lost him today. ]

And I love you. Very much. I don't know what I'd do without you.