[ At first, he only hears the first few words with a sort of resignation sliding over him. Of course not. He's not welcome here, he's the interloper, the one who came back only for Noctis' wife to finalize divorce proceedings as if it's some sort of normal. Then, the rest of it and Ignis closes his eyes. The eyes that Noctis had fixed, the eyes that Noctis had looked into when they were lounging in bed in the mornings and complimented so fiercely that Ignis had burned with affection and something like embarrassment at the raw sweetness behind it. Every part of him belongs to Noctis, every inch of his being and he doesn't know how to exist outside of that.

Noctis rises and Ignis watches him, the line of his shoulders, the spread of him, broad and lovely and despite being feet apart, feeling as if he's a thousand miles away. Maybe he can't do this. ]

Would you believe me if I said I wasn't sure.

[ If they're being honest. ]

I missed home. I missed everyone here. I missed my duties. I missed you.