[ There are thoughts he doesn't dare entertain because they'll ache too much. This is one of them. He won't do this to himself, not when he knows that fairness isn't something they can measure their lives by, not anymore. An easier question, maybe, would be what he wants, but even that he's not certain of.
Octavia moves toward the desk and Ignis stares at the paperwork as if he could understand its contents through simply being close to it but then she brings something else instead. The magazine is one he's familiar with; he'd been kept in all of the email chains at his request but this one he hadn't touched. It wasn't his place, or perhaps it was too much. He can't make apologies for Noctis and doesn't try, but he does take the magazine and doesn't watch her drain her glass. ]
I saw. I wasn't certain if it was true or not. I thought by leaving, it would eliminate any -- temptation. On my part or his.
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[ There are thoughts he doesn't dare entertain because they'll ache too much. This is one of them. He won't do this to himself, not when he knows that fairness isn't something they can measure their lives by, not anymore. An easier question, maybe, would be what he wants, but even that he's not certain of.
Octavia moves toward the desk and Ignis stares at the paperwork as if he could understand its contents through simply being close to it but then she brings something else instead. The magazine is one he's familiar with; he'd been kept in all of the email chains at his request but this one he hadn't touched. It wasn't his place, or perhaps it was too much. He can't make apologies for Noctis and doesn't try, but he does take the magazine and doesn't watch her drain her glass. ]
I saw. I wasn't certain if it was true or not. I thought by leaving, it would eliminate any -- temptation. On my part or his.