[ Noctis is observing him, the scars a reminder of everything Ignis has endured for him -- the searing, scorching pain; he will never forget the sight of his fallen form in a hurry. He remembers all the times he had spent pressing his lips to those scars, adoring and grateful all at once, and he can't help a curl of longing, his gaze lingering.
The scar on his brow, a smaller one on his lip, and it takes effort to look away. Deciding to just get to the point, he asks: ]
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The scar on his brow, a smaller one on his lip, and it takes effort to look away. Deciding to just get to the point, he asks: ]
Do you and Gladio still --