For a moment, Ignis felt his stomach drop at those words. Not the declaration of love, but the second part. No matter what- It sounded so... final. So ominous. He didn't like it one bit. Still, no matter his trepidation, he returned the kiss with ease, a hand sliding into Gladio's for just a moment, offering a squeeze before the doors opened and Ignis pulled away.

The meeting went well enough, or so Ignis thought. He could've been stripped of his rank and position altogether, but the older men seemed oddly understanding. While Ignis' circumstances were odd and rather rare, they weren't completely unheard of. It just showed how secretive the were community could be that this kind of information wasn't common or easily researched knowledge. The only real issue was that most weres went through their first shift at a much younger age, which is why Ignis seemed so off kilter. Only time would ease that so as decreed by Regis, Ignis was relieved of council duties for the time being, as well as many of his other daily time constraints. He'd still be responsible for Noct's well being and care as well as tutoring, but the rest could be taken on by secretaries and the like until Ignis had his newfound gifts a bit more under control.

The first order of business was a few days off to help him get a bit of rest and center himself from the sudden upheaval in his life. He might need the time off, but he wasn't too pleased about it. On their way back to their apartment, Ignis had fallen quiet, lips pursed in a pensive frown.

At least they hadn't tried to separate them. He wouldn't have stood for that.