[ They can both be reckless together, like they were before all of this started, before it all went to hell because the kingdom and its people come first -- it always should come first. All of the mistakes they made, all of the mistakes Noctis would make all over again because he could regret none of it. Ignis looks out the window and Noctis moves towards him; he's always had a pull like this, a magnetic, damnable thing that draws Noctis in like a moth to a flame.

Look at him, just as gorgeous as all the days Ignis had woken in his bed. He stops just a step away, and aches to reach for him. How does he stop himself, how does he even begin? Where do they go from here? Is there even a they? ]

Yeah, it is. [ He doesn't even start to deny that. ] I meant what I said, Ignis. I don't want you here if you're just going to leave again. You might be able to do this again, but I can't. [ He draws himself up, jaw set. ] I won't.