"I am... I'm sorry I didn't listen, babe. I just... I guess I just needed to hear it from him and I felt like, I dunno, you were kinda being overprotective." A little sheepish but still apologetic. He leans down, dropping a kiss on one ankle, before letting his boyfriend have his feet back for a moment. There's some soft sounds of movement, things being slid across the floor, a soft sloshing of water.

Then he's coaxing Ignis to stretch out a little, urging him to dip his feet into a container of warm soothing water, strong hands sliding away then coming back to smooth up over his calves. The lotion they found isn't great, partially separated and quick to dry out so instead it's a light film of conditioner on his hands but it works well enough to massage.

"He said you're right, of course. That me pushing is only going to make things worse, I need to learn to back off... but we figured out a few things to sort of meet in the middle on."