[ He's not sure what he would have done had Noctis denied him after his earlier -- fluster. Noctis doesn't, though; he leans in and presses close and it's like everything slips into place where it should have been weeks earlier, months earlier, if things were better. The suspender strap is removed, the coffee cup out of the way and gently, Ignis stretches the blanket back up over his legs again so they're sharing it.
It's been so long since they've been in each other's space like this, and it has that same illicit feeling as sneaking around like a teenager did, except they're far past that age. Daring, Ignis runs his fingers along Noctis' forearm, tracing the line of it over the blanket, smiling faintly at the screen. At the prod, his breath hitches and his lips twitch a touch higher, clearly holding in a laugh. ]
I'd be sorry if we were ever this foolish when we were puttering around in caves killing creatures.
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It's been so long since they've been in each other's space like this, and it has that same illicit feeling as sneaking around like a teenager did, except they're far past that age. Daring, Ignis runs his fingers along Noctis' forearm, tracing the line of it over the blanket, smiling faintly at the screen. At the prod, his breath hitches and his lips twitch a touch higher, clearly holding in a laugh. ]
I'd be sorry if we were ever this foolish when we were puttering around in caves killing creatures.