[ In a lot of ways, this isn't either of their faults; they're a slave to the system they've helped craft. Noctis was always going to have to marry someone if the situation arose and Ignis was never going to be able to watch him with someone else and know the best he could have was a relationship in the shadows. Still, he'd never expected it to turn out like this.
The plate is pushed back and Ignis resists the urge to sigh; his appetite is mostly sated, but more than anything else, he's tired. The idea of saying screw everything, the rules, propriety, everything and asking Noctis to come to bed with him -- to sleep, to wake up to him in the morning, is so tempting. He can't, but he's missed that so much that sleeping alone in his bed is still awful, unfamiliar. ]
No. I'm afraid we're not. [ Ignis' voice softens further and he reaches for his own drink but doesn't drink it. Instead, he twists it in circles, spreading the condensation. ] But I hope we will be.
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The plate is pushed back and Ignis resists the urge to sigh; his appetite is mostly sated, but more than anything else, he's tired. The idea of saying screw everything, the rules, propriety, everything and asking Noctis to come to bed with him -- to sleep, to wake up to him in the morning, is so tempting. He can't, but he's missed that so much that sleeping alone in his bed is still awful, unfamiliar. ]
No. I'm afraid we're not. [ Ignis' voice softens further and he reaches for his own drink but doesn't drink it. Instead, he twists it in circles, spreading the condensation. ] But I hope we will be.