Ignis doesn't hug him back and that stings a little but when he speaks it makes it clearer why. Talcott takes a step back, hands lingering on Ignis' shoulders, appraising the man in front of him. Scars paler and shiny and fresh, hair still light enough to nearly be called blond.

"You're younger!" It's a little surprising but not that strange, given everything else that's happened. Tal drops his hands down to catch Ignis' drawing them up to his face. He doesn't do it too often and he might be even more uncertain about it now, still being fairly new to the blindness, but Talcott is offering regardless, if he wants to get a feel for the changes.

"It's Talcott."