[ Noctis is looking over at them as well, catching side of Prompto moving in the semi-darkness, how Gladio so tenderly holds him, and he knows what love looks like when he sees it. It's envy, too, that stirs and curls in his chest. How they must have it so easy, how they must enjoy each other, every moment a special kind of bliss. They don't have to worry about what other people think, and in this there is only love.
But then Ignis takes his hand, curls his fingers with his and Noctis' heart flutters in his chest and this, this too is love. He squeezes his hand, a flare of affection so warm and potent in his chest. This is okay too, he thinks. For Ignis, he can endure anything, he can accept everything that he gives. They don't have to talk about it, they don't even need to acknowledge it. In the presence of their friends' love, gentle and true, Noctis comes to terms with his own for Ignis, and no amount of distance can turn it away.
He moves a little closer, then, mutters in his ear. ] Never give Luna dolls.
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But then Ignis takes his hand, curls his fingers with his and Noctis' heart flutters in his chest and this, this too is love. He squeezes his hand, a flare of affection so warm and potent in his chest. This is okay too, he thinks. For Ignis, he can endure anything, he can accept everything that he gives. They don't have to talk about it, they don't even need to acknowledge it. In the presence of their friends' love, gentle and true, Noctis comes to terms with his own for Ignis, and no amount of distance can turn it away.
He moves a little closer, then, mutters in his ear. ] Never give Luna dolls.