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I try to make it clear.

[ They're trying to figure things out. It doesn't necessarily have to be easy; it just has to be done. It's part of trying to figure out what is happening between them. It would be nice, she thinks, to have some sort of boundary, some kind of understanding. ]

I... Well. [ She sighs, bowing her head. ] I'd just like to know where we stand. How we stand, with each other.

I would like to know where we stand as well, but I cannot answer for you. And you cannot answer for me.

[He closes his eyes, sighing heavily as he attempts to gather his thoughts. Something tells him that if he didn't care for her as much as he did that this sort of conversation might be easier. But then it would also be unnecessary.]

I would like to... be with you. Dating is a possibility, but I'm not sure that I would be any good at any informal association. I'm what Noctis would like to say as picky. I prefer precise, but it ends up being the same thing at the end of the day.

Which is why we're talking about what we want now, isn't it?

[ Shifting, Hermione leans over, taking his hands and holding them between her own. They rest there for a moment before she breathes out. ]

I want to be with you as well. I don't want anything... I mean, I don't think being informal would work for me. [ She holds onto his hands, bowing her head. ] If... If you want me, Ignis, I'm here. We can be formal about it.

Honestly, not talking about things before now is why we're both so unsure right now, I think.

[He keeps his hands in hers, unsure what more he can do. He is really not that great at this, but he wants her. And she's worth it.]

I am here because I want to be with you, because I want you. Spending time with you is a great source of joy for me.

[It's all so difficult to word this without sounding idiotic. He can face down Ardyn Izunia, fight Astrals, take down MTs, old god-like creatures. And yet.... he cannot ask a woman to date him.]

Six take me. I am as bad as Prompto, without the awkwardness that makes him endearing. Hermione, I would like to take you out on a date. Are you interested in joining me?

It's not entirely our own fault. We were separated by a cannibalistic planet, after all.

[ But she holds on to him, letting her fingers brush, gently, before she breathes out. ]

Ignis... [ Moving, she pushes herself up to her feet, leaning down to press a soft kiss against his mouth. He's incredibly charming and he has so little idea of it - of how much he captivates her, how much she wants to tell him how good and wonderful he is, how her heart warms just being beside him.

It's an old, nostalgic feeling, and she embraces it. ]

I am very interested in joining you, Ignis. I'd love to go on a date. [ Carefully, Hermione kisses him again. ] I want to be with you as well.

And how often did we speak while separated?

[Often enough. He'd insisted on it, of course.

But anything else he'd be inclined to say is cut off by the kiss she gives him, and he reaches up to sort of pull her down beside him. When she is seated again, he rests his forehead against her, taking comfort in the feel of her skin.]

I know a relatively decent establishment. If you're free this evening.

[And that, that right there, is saying a lot.]

There are some things you can't talk about on the phone, Ignis.

[ She lets herself be moved down beside him, though, lifting her hand to brush her fingers over the side of his neck and around so she can leave them there. It's an anchor, to hold her in place as she tilts her head towards him gently. ]

I'm free for you. [ She smiles, shifting closer, just a little. She wants to get as close as she possibly can. ] Just tell me where and when.

Yes, that is true.

[He remembers one conversation he had to have not that long ago that had to be done in person. One he did not enjoy.

But, this one, he enjoys very much.]

This evening, I would like to take you out. I know that it is late, but I would like to do something for your birthday. Quite a few things have happened since then, but I have not forgotten that we were on Lyuku at the time.

I'm glad we had this conversation in person.

[ Gently, she leans forward, tilting her head up so that she can leave a kiss on his forehead.

She can't stop touching him, and it leaves her stomach erupting in butterflies. It's been a long time since she felt anything like this, and Ignis is inspiring a lot inside of her. ]

It doesn't have to be for my birthday, but... [ She smiles, her cheeks red. ] I'd like that.

As am I. This is definitely the sort of conversation that we should be having face-to-face.

[He's never been this intimate with anyone in his life and yet, every time she touches him, he is so happy. No matter what sort of touch it is, he can't help but smile. He's not sure how he'd describe it to anyone else, but he's also never felt this way about anyone before.

But he also wants to touch her, so he does. A caress to her face, holding her hand, soft almost-kisses to tease them both.]

I wanted to do more that day. It was a rather sad showing.

[Despite it being one of the last times he got to see her face.]

Was it worth the wait, then?

[ It's a soft question, one that she hopes has a positive answer. Each touch feels lovely, remarkable, even, and she lets herself indulge in the touching, lets her fingers brush over his skin, drinking him in. Each touch he gives her feels all the more powerful with the knowledge that he uses touch to see, now, and it has her cheeks flushing.

The almost-kisses are wonderful, and she knows that her face will end up being sore from the smiling she's been doing. ]

You came and gave me something to eat. That was more than enough, Ignis.

Definitely. But any time spend with you is worth it.

[As if he's going to say that she isn't worth the time. He loves every moment with her. The only regret he has is how long it took him to come to terms with his own emotions. And any hurt he might have caused her during that time.

However, it seems as if she doesn't hold that against him. And he can feel her smile on her face.]

Perhaps for you, but I wish to do more than that.

Ignis.

[ It's flattering, that's what it is, and Hermione can feel it prickling under her skin as she gets redder and redder. He doesn't need to keep telling her how appreciated and wanted she is, not really, but she welcomes it all the same; it's been some time since she felt anything like it.

Carefully, she wraps her arms around him, relaxing. ]

Alright. I won't complain, then.

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