[ A croissant. Of course it is. Noctis' gaze is drawn to it, the memory of a time long ago -- when they'd shared breakfast in bed and Ignis had taken some of his, butter and jam, and Noctis had thought nothing of eating it from his fingers. But it looks like he's not the only one that recalls it -- he watches him put it down, his mouth dry. So he remembers. The croissant sits there now, uneaten, left behind for toast, and it's so absurd he wants to laugh, wants to cut the tension between them any way he can.
He reaches for the croissant because he's not letting that go to waste, and because he damn well wants to. If Ignis is determined not to bring up memories then they might as well not make it weird. He wonders if Ignis does this for Aranea, too -- if they have breakfast in bed together out there. If he's continued with her in that year. Maybe they have -- it's not his place any longer to ask, no matter how he feels about it.
He takes a bite of the croissant and opens the file, determined not to look him in the eye. The summary is impeccably done, succinct and to the point and exactly how Noctis likes it (his aides haven't gotten that down quite yet, but they're making a valiant effort). Ignis doesn't need to tell him how long he'd spent doing it, Noctis already knows. He can read it in the tiredness of his eyes, and the fact that this is probably his second cup of coffee. But what's next, as it dawns on him. What comes after the divorce? ]
No wonder you look like shit. [ And yet, still a stunner, still managing to snare Noctis' full attention. ] Did she tell you why?
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He reaches for the croissant because he's not letting that go to waste, and because he damn well wants to. If Ignis is determined not to bring up memories then they might as well not make it weird. He wonders if Ignis does this for Aranea, too -- if they have breakfast in bed together out there. If he's continued with her in that year. Maybe they have -- it's not his place any longer to ask, no matter how he feels about it.
He takes a bite of the croissant and opens the file, determined not to look him in the eye. The summary is impeccably done, succinct and to the point and exactly how Noctis likes it (his aides haven't gotten that down quite yet, but they're making a valiant effort). Ignis doesn't need to tell him how long he'd spent doing it, Noctis already knows. He can read it in the tiredness of his eyes, and the fact that this is probably his second cup of coffee. But what's next, as it dawns on him. What comes after the divorce? ]
No wonder you look like shit. [ And yet, still a stunner, still managing to snare Noctis' full attention. ] Did she tell you why?