[ Noctis doesn't intend for it to be a dig, but it's what stays -- the uncertainty of his presence, of something that's broken between them that needs fixing. It's not Ignis' fault, not really. Or rather, it's both their faults, and it still hurts. When is the next time Ignis decides that this isn't what he wants, and makes to leave with Aranea for good?
He doesn't touch the potstickers, and nudges the plate back towards him. He's not looking to push Ignis into anything -- he's fine with keeping the status quo for now, but it's difficult to look at him and not wonder when he will slip from his grasp again, Noctis entirely powerless to stop him. Love isn't enough. Noctis isn't enough. ]
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He doesn't touch the potstickers, and nudges the plate back towards him. He's not looking to push Ignis into anything -- he's fine with keeping the status quo for now, but it's difficult to look at him and not wonder when he will slip from his grasp again, Noctis entirely powerless to stop him. Love isn't enough. Noctis isn't enough. ]
We're not okay, are we?