[It's all Gladio can do not to laugh at Ignis, his hair being the wreck that it is. It's nice to see him anything less than perfect.
The question, though, catches him off guard a bit. When's the last time Ignis asked to do this? The last time he even bothered to preface it with a question and not just running his fingers over his face to make sure there weren't any new scars.
He leans in, bumps his cheek against Ignis' outstretched fingers.]
Yeah, of course.
[For this Ignis, though, there would be plenty more scars, worry lines deep in his brow, his beard less trimmed and thicker, never mind the vast difference in his hair.]
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The question, though, catches him off guard a bit. When's the last time Ignis asked to do this? The last time he even bothered to preface it with a question and not just running his fingers over his face to make sure there weren't any new scars.
He leans in, bumps his cheek against Ignis' outstretched fingers.]
Yeah, of course.
[For this Ignis, though, there would be plenty more scars, worry lines deep in his brow, his beard less trimmed and thicker, never mind the vast difference in his hair.]