[Her question gives him pause, and he looks down, holding her hand a little more tightly, their fingers twined together. His voice grows quiet.]
Ignis did, kind of. When I said I couldn't.
[At the very least, he withdrew. The distance and quiet had stung, and he hadn't known what to do about it. He'd tried to pretend everything was normal, but... something changed, hadn't it? And Ignis had known he was going to die before then, so the confession is the only thing he can think of as being the cause.]
Maybe... because I couldn't answer him, and then when he needed space, I chose to be with you. I- I'm sure that hurt.
[Things are different now- Ignis knows beforehand, and he took that information with grace, without pulling away. He'd even moved in. Luna and he... were never committed, just thrown together by a long friendship and the manipulation of one who hates them both. Surely they could keep on going the way they'd been before.
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Ignis did, kind of. When I said I couldn't.
[At the very least, he withdrew. The distance and quiet had stung, and he hadn't known what to do about it. He'd tried to pretend everything was normal, but... something changed, hadn't it? And Ignis had known he was going to die before then, so the confession is the only thing he can think of as being the cause.]
Maybe... because I couldn't answer him, and then when he needed space, I chose to be with you. I- I'm sure that hurt.
[Things are different now- Ignis knows beforehand, and he took that information with grace, without pulling away. He'd even moved in. Luna and he... were never committed, just thrown together by a long friendship and the manipulation of one who hates them both. Surely they could keep on going the way they'd been before.
...Still.]
The not knowing part... it's scary.