There was...a pause. A lift of Ignis' chin, a blink that was more reflexive than anything else, and the feeling of that last piece of a puzzle finally being slid into place to complete the lock that opened itself to reveal some semblance of understanding. To complete the full picture. To reveal what had been missed the entire time.

"I..." He said, marveling at it a little, because it always seemed to obvious, in retrospect, didn't it? Hindsight, twenty/twenty, hilariously ironic quips about how even a blind man should see it... "I was trying to give you room. To give you space. You were....I wasn't sure, I thought maybe you were just distracted or focused on your impending lesson, or if maybe..."

He frowned, feeling that, sometimes, trying to loosen up a tangle of knots somehow only made it tighter, if you weren't careful.

"I wasn't sure," he repeated, "so I thought I'd make myself scarce."

It was his default, really. He was always just Support as Needed. Steady, present, available, but never intrusive, unless absolutely necessary.