[The place is nice, yes, but his seat is nicer, Ignis can't help to think. His ears go pink at the softest touch of lips too. He relaxes into Gladio's hold, wondering if this isn't why he wanted to meet today. To just. Get away. To have someone joke to him about organized crime, to have someone look at the same sky as him. Even if just for the shortest time. It will be enough. It has to be enough.]

Accountants are doing important work, Gladio. [Ignis sighs, reaching up to run his hand over Gladio's stubbly jaw absently. Though he can't hide his amusement at them sitting around somewhere slightly dangerous.]

Why else would they keep an old building like this if not to hide something, right? [He smiles, loving how close Gladio's voice sounds. He can feel it against his back, too. Almost like inside his body even.] And now we're part of the scheme.