"What If..."

What was happening? Ignis's confession had happened so quickly, and had been so far from what Corvus had feared he might say. Was this love? Wasn't how he felt toward Twig.. wasn't that love? Part of him had always felt like love would be this easy thing - this thing that was so black and white that he couldn't possibly mistake it for anything else - but he realized now just how wrong he was. Was it possible that he loved Twig as well as Ignis, or was he just confused? It'd never really occurred to him to really sit and figure out what kind of wolves he was attracted to in the first place; he wasn't the type to really thing much about those things until they happened. Even now he didn't really know what he wanted, but he knew that he was torn between this... this thing he'd never realized he'd wanted until now, and Twig, sweet Twig that he'd already promised himself to. It really was a miracle he hadn't made himself sick yet just trying to make sense of it.

Luckily for him, he wasn't able to see the hurt in Ignis's eyes at his admission. He spent what felt like both an eternity, and hardly any time at all, pressed against his shoulder. Has he always smelled this good? He remembered how comforted he'd felt when he'd trekked to Winterfell with his burnt paws and he remembered how leaving had been harder than he'd expected. They hadn't quite spent the night curled up together as he might with Twig, but they'd slept closer than he tended to with anyone else.. right? Or was he just making things up? God, this was confusing. He relished in the moment for as long as he possibly could before he choked out his words, words he wasn't even sure he wanted to say.

Ignis reacted slowly, but Corvus felt a void where he'd once been, now pulling away. Being physically removed from someone had never hurt quite like this. He felt his heart hammering loudly in his chest, echoing in his head and making him feel like he could barely hear his own thoughts. "I mean.. I guess? I don't know... we haven't really... decided anything..." His words trailed off weakly. Did the ambiguity of what he shared make things any better? He spoke as if trying to convince himself as well as Ignis, but he wasn't so sure now. "I didn't know you felt..." What would be different, if Ignis had told him sooner? It was hard to even tell how he felt, let alone try to predict how differently things could have gone. "I've missed you," he concluded finally, even more softly now. Being close to him, in a different way, had felt so good - and despite Ignis's hurt and his own confusion he found himself wanting more. "I'm really sorry I was a dick at the raid. I think I just... I missed you, and seeing you like that... it was a lot. Not seeing you all the time really sucks." He probably sounded like an idiot. Words had never been his forte, and now he found himself struggling even more than he'd expected to. Why couldn't they just yell at each other? That would certainly make things easier than this...