[ Ignis has never lied to him, not once. He hesitates when Ignis speaks up, like he's just as sad, like this has affected him as much as it has Noctis. He's not sure -- maybe not. He's not sure about a lot of things with Ignis anymore. Maybe he's right, maybe love just isn't enough when it comes to things like this, but oh, if only it was. Noctis would lay all of it at his feet the way he'd had.
He meets his eyes now, finally -- the beautiful shade of green he had adored, had spent so long complimenting, how it had drawn a blush on his cheeks, and how Noctis had loved every moment of it. His Ignis, he thinks; once upon a time Ignis belonged to him. Once upon a time he was within reach, to be held, kissed, to be loved so deeply and so fully that they could forget everything else. Finally, at length, he manages: ]
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He meets his eyes now, finally -- the beautiful shade of green he had adored, had spent so long complimenting, how it had drawn a blush on his cheeks, and how Noctis had loved every moment of it. His Ignis, he thinks; once upon a time Ignis belonged to him. Once upon a time he was within reach, to be held, kissed, to be loved so deeply and so fully that they could forget everything else. Finally, at length, he manages: ]
You know there is always a place for you here.