[ It takes monumental effort to peel himself off the couch -- he might be king now, and has actually achieved quite a few things in his stint as monarch, but rousing himself still takes a lot of work, and he's staring down at his shoes, completely ignoring Gladio's silent cues because Six, it's really difficult to get everything working.
But eventually, he lurches upwards, noting how Ignis has automatically taken on the role to clean up even if it's Gladio's apartment, and he has to stifle a small smile. Some things never change, right? Dragging the blanket with him in the most undignified manner (whatever, they've seen the worst of him anyway), he climbs up the stairs. He hasn't slept with Ignis in a little over two years; just sleeping, really, and maybe it's a good thing he's too groggy to overthink this the way Ignis probably is, because he's looking forward to a flat surface, some pillows, and Ignis' body against his.
They're not doing anything terrible, right? They're not doing anything more than this, and it should be okay. He's missed him sorely, and he's lost track of when they'd simply slept, contented and unafraid of what comes in the morning. They'll have to part ways in the morning. but somehow this time around it seems less daunting. So he nods and finds his way to the bedroom, and it takes up so much effort that he barely manages to toe off his shoes and stumble to faceplant into bed, under his blanket and on top of the covers.
Okay, a short nap before Ignis comes up and nags at him. ]
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But eventually, he lurches upwards, noting how Ignis has automatically taken on the role to clean up even if it's Gladio's apartment, and he has to stifle a small smile. Some things never change, right? Dragging the blanket with him in the most undignified manner (whatever, they've seen the worst of him anyway), he climbs up the stairs. He hasn't slept with Ignis in a little over two years; just sleeping, really, and maybe it's a good thing he's too groggy to overthink this the way Ignis probably is, because he's looking forward to a flat surface, some pillows, and Ignis' body against his.
They're not doing anything terrible, right? They're not doing anything more than this, and it should be okay. He's missed him sorely, and he's lost track of when they'd simply slept, contented and unafraid of what comes in the morning. They'll have to part ways in the morning. but somehow this time around it seems less daunting. So he nods and finds his way to the bedroom, and it takes up so much effort that he barely manages to toe off his shoes and stumble to faceplant into bed, under his blanket and on top of the covers.
Okay, a short nap before Ignis comes up and nags at him. ]