[ The doors open and Ignis straightens from where he'd been bent over the table, looking at the different coffee creamers. It was different being back in the Citadel. Where with Aranea's men he was well taken care of, it was much closer to being constantly on the move and the coffee had been lackluster at best. This is ridiculously good. Nervously - though he'll never call it that, never, Ignis smooths a hand down the front of his shirt and stands at borderline attention, watching Noctis come into the room.

He looks every inch the king Ignis knew he would be. He's gorgeous, the suit fitted, the lines of his shoulders emphasized, the contrast of pale skin and blue eyes against the black of his suit jarring. Ignis has never stopped being in love with him and this is just another reminder. ]

She asked me to speak with you this morning. I thought we could over breakfast, as your schedule is open during this time.

[ You can't run away from this goes unsaid. ]