[ I don't want this, Ignis says, and something breaks inside Noctis. There it is, the pain, wounded and raw, overriding every selfish thought Noctis has, every possessive desire, everything that makes him want to keep him with him. The king swallows hard, and finds that he can't quite look at him anymore. Ignis must be in such pain, if he's willing to want to leave him for it, and Noctis knows, he knows he cannot ask him to stay.
Something hot prickles behind his eyelids, and he looks away. Looks down. He doesn't want this either -- this is never what he wants, to hide Ignis like a guilty secret, to keep him by his side even though being near him hurts like nothing else he's ever known. ]
Then go. [ And it's the hardest thing to say, the words choking the life out of him. Once he leaves, he will be empty -- there really will be nothing here for him, save for the rigors of his duty. ] But... will you give me tonight?
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Something hot prickles behind his eyelids, and he looks away. Looks down. He doesn't want this either -- this is never what he wants, to hide Ignis like a guilty secret, to keep him by his side even though being near him hurts like nothing else he's ever known. ]
Then go. [ And it's the hardest thing to say, the words choking the life out of him. Once he leaves, he will be empty -- there really will be nothing here for him, save for the rigors of his duty. ] But... will you give me tonight?