[ When moments ago Ignis hadn't been sure where things were going to go, if they were going to be alright, he'd wondered if he'd have to leave. He meant to stay entirely composed during the duration of their talk but wasn't entirely certain he'd be able to without getting upset, or truly frustrated, at Noctis and himself. Now, he realizes, he should have worried about something else entirely.
They're close -- they're so close that the chill from the window is sharp at his back but Noctis is so close he can feel the warmth off of him. If things were back to normal, he thinks, and then has to stop himself because if things were back to normal, this is where he'd push Noctis against the glass and make him come on his fingers and tongue before his next meeting. It's the kind of ridiculously intrusive, filthy thought that makes his cheeks warm, frustrated at himself. Of course: just an hour together and the Noctis' shaped blind spot is back, and Ignis wants to do the same foolish thing his younger self had done - instigate without thinking about the consequences.
You can't.
Conversation helps him snap out of it, but that topic makes him laugh under his breath. ]
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They're close -- they're so close that the chill from the window is sharp at his back but Noctis is so close he can feel the warmth off of him. If things were back to normal, he thinks, and then has to stop himself because if things were back to normal, this is where he'd push Noctis against the glass and make him come on his fingers and tongue before his next meeting. It's the kind of ridiculously intrusive, filthy thought that makes his cheeks warm, frustrated at himself. Of course: just an hour together and the Noctis' shaped blind spot is back, and Ignis wants to do the same foolish thing his younger self had done - instigate without thinking about the consequences.
You can't.
Conversation helps him snap out of it, but that topic makes him laugh under his breath. ]
A very dear friend, as always.