[ Truthfully, the movie's not what's capturing his interest, and oddly enough it's not Noctis right now, either. It's what he sees out of the corner of his eye: the way Prompto's got Gladiolus tucked in against his chest. The former has has back to the sofa, legs spread and Gladiolus' massive bulk is settled in against him. It looks as if it should be uncomfortable, but it's clear that they're situated in such a way that they're in each other's space, fit together perfectly.
It's the sort of casual intimacy that he and Noctis used to do, back when things were simpler. Back when the idea of curling himself into Noctis didn't mean that he had to answer a thousand questions about timing and intent and justify the action to himself. On the couch, one of Prompto's arms, the one with the bandana, slips up in the space between Gladiolus' arm and side. It's the one he's so careful to never let anyone touch or remove the bandana from and Gladiolus -- Gladiolus wraps a massive hand around his hand and wrist and squeezes. It's painfully intimate and Ignis instantly regrets even having half-looked over there.
Beside him, however, Noctis' hand reaches out and Ignis-- well. I said no to you once. It turns out I don't have the stomach for it again, he thinks, and slides his hand over Noctis', looping their fingers together gently. ]
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It's the sort of casual intimacy that he and Noctis used to do, back when things were simpler. Back when the idea of curling himself into Noctis didn't mean that he had to answer a thousand questions about timing and intent and justify the action to himself. On the couch, one of Prompto's arms, the one with the bandana, slips up in the space between Gladiolus' arm and side. It's the one he's so careful to never let anyone touch or remove the bandana from and Gladiolus -- Gladiolus wraps a massive hand around his hand and wrist and squeezes. It's painfully intimate and Ignis instantly regrets even having half-looked over there.
Beside him, however, Noctis' hand reaches out and Ignis-- well. I said no to you once. It turns out I don't have the stomach for it again, he thinks, and slides his hand over Noctis', looping their fingers together gently. ]