[ Talking to Octavia, yes. Ignis is right -- the first thing he has to do is go to her; they need to sort this out between themselves before they face the others, and Noctis, oh, how he owes her. Ignis squeezes his shoulder and it's difficult not to be distracted, or be reminded of what they've had, what they can have again. There's a flicker of guilt that curls in his chest. He owes her so much, he owes her for having Ignis back with him, and he's cautiously hopeful.
He rests his hand on his, briefly. Ignis can handle this, he knows -- he'll face down the Council and handle things, and he cannot help but be grateful to him as well. He's his right hand, his shield, and it feels like something's slotted back in his world. He's complete again, and it's difficult for him to still believe it. Squeezing his hand, he nods. They will definitely need another talk soon, once he takes care of it. ]
We really could have. [ He aches to kiss his fingers, to press his lips against those familiar gloves, but he refrains. They can sort this one out later, too. ] I'll see you, then. Let me know how it goes.
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He rests his hand on his, briefly. Ignis can handle this, he knows -- he'll face down the Council and handle things, and he cannot help but be grateful to him as well. He's his right hand, his shield, and it feels like something's slotted back in his world. He's complete again, and it's difficult for him to still believe it. Squeezing his hand, he nods. They will definitely need another talk soon, once he takes care of it. ]
We really could have. [ He aches to kiss his fingers, to press his lips against those familiar gloves, but he refrains. They can sort this one out later, too. ] I'll see you, then. Let me know how it goes.