[Ravus sits back down on the bed. That 'please' was an unnecessary nicety. As if Ravus could deny Ignis anything in this moment...
He slides closer, thigh pressed to thigh.]
Do you want...to forget for a while?
[Ravus could be good. He could sit beside his friend and offer his shoulder for Ignis to cry on. He could trace gentle, soothing circles on Ignis' back and card his fingers through Ignis' disheveled hair, and they could agonize together.
Or he could bear both of them down onto the mattress and do his best to drive all thoughts from their minds.]
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He slides closer, thigh pressed to thigh.]
Do you want...to forget for a while?
[Ravus could be good. He could sit beside his friend and offer his shoulder for Ignis to cry on. He could trace gentle, soothing circles on Ignis' back and card his fingers through Ignis' disheveled hair, and they could agonize together.
Or he could bear both of them down onto the mattress and do his best to drive all thoughts from their minds.]
What do you need, Ignis?