Ignis doesn't flinch, but it's a close thing. The mention of Noctis is still tender, the wound reopened after seeing that paperwork, after being presented with the potential to make up for lost time. He'd be a fool not to pursue this after how much they'd fought to get here, after how miserable they've both been but at the same time, he's not sure that it can even work with how things are.
The first step is to make certain that Noctis is made aware of what's happened and what it means going forward. The next is making certain that everything is taken care of with regards to the country. Anything personal will fall into place afterward. Ignis nods one more time and bids her a good night.
He's going to be groggy come morning, but he has to read everything as soon as he gets back to his room. It takes hours, going over every single sheet, making certain that there is nothing he's missed. It's all in place, though. She's done a neat job of it, ensuring that every possible thing has been considered, leaving them with nothing to worry about. He spends another hour sending emails, coordinating housing and moving expenses into the budget and ensuring that these things are taken care of when she wants.
Then, finally, he sleeps. When he wakes in the morning an hour before breakfast, he finishes sending all of the paperwork off and resigns himself to the endless parade of meetings he'll hold on her behalf; he can spare her this, at the very least. A shower makes him feel more human, a few cans of Ebony has him mildly more awake. He doesn't bother styling his hair up; he has practice with Gladiolus after lunch, there's no point when sweat will just make a mess of it. Two checks in the mirror before he leaves and another check in the mirrored walls of the elevator because he's nervous as shit and doesn't want to admit it and then the elevator dings.
Breakfast takes care of itself, thankfully - all he had to do was let them know that there were two people and not to be disturbed and it's all laid out in advance. Ignis slips into the room and settles a small stack of paperwork at Noctis' spot at the table and then takes one across from him, pouring himself a fresh cup while he waits. ]
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Ignis doesn't flinch, but it's a close thing. The mention of Noctis is still tender, the wound reopened after seeing that paperwork, after being presented with the potential to make up for lost time. He'd be a fool not to pursue this after how much they'd fought to get here, after how miserable they've both been but at the same time, he's not sure that it can even work with how things are.
The first step is to make certain that Noctis is made aware of what's happened and what it means going forward. The next is making certain that everything is taken care of with regards to the country. Anything personal will fall into place afterward. Ignis nods one more time and bids her a good night.
He's going to be groggy come morning, but he has to read everything as soon as he gets back to his room. It takes hours, going over every single sheet, making certain that there is nothing he's missed. It's all in place, though. She's done a neat job of it, ensuring that every possible thing has been considered, leaving them with nothing to worry about. He spends another hour sending emails, coordinating housing and moving expenses into the budget and ensuring that these things are taken care of when she wants.
Then, finally, he sleeps. When he wakes in the morning an hour before breakfast, he finishes sending all of the paperwork off and resigns himself to the endless parade of meetings he'll hold on her behalf; he can spare her this, at the very least. A shower makes him feel more human, a few cans of Ebony has him mildly more awake. He doesn't bother styling his hair up; he has practice with Gladiolus after lunch, there's no point when sweat will just make a mess of it. Two checks in the mirror before he leaves and another check in the mirrored walls of the elevator because he's nervous as shit and doesn't want to admit it and then the elevator dings.
Breakfast takes care of itself, thankfully - all he had to do was let them know that there were two people and not to be disturbed and it's all laid out in advance. Ignis slips into the room and settles a small stack of paperwork at Noctis' spot at the table and then takes one across from him, pouring himself a fresh cup while he waits. ]