Wretched man. How can he do this, when Ignis isn't sure how much more he can love him? It already feels as though he's at the peak of it, and then he opens his blasted mouth. Ignis looks right back into those warm eyes, brow still pinched in worry and quiet aggravation.

"...I wanted to do that as well. Just once I had gotten it under control. I didn't... want to do anything that I couldn't have better control over." An explosion of poison air, rather than a little stream of it from his lips.

"But I promise. I won't run away."