I suppose that's our cue, then.

[ He could probably stay up through the second, but Prompto's wilting and Gladiolus is giving the two of them a look that says if they don't head for bed or leave now, he's going to want to have a conversation and Ignis isn't feeling up to touching that with a ten foot pole right now.

Yawning, he starts helping to gather everything up, placing clips on the chip bags so they stay fresh and ferrying dishes to the sink while Noctis works himself up to the point of moving. The question, while nonchalant enough, makes Ignis pause. He has a kit here for when he spends the night, but he hadn't...really intended to stay here. He has to work in the morning - they all do, but they could take one car back into the Citadel, assuming they can get moving on time. There's some safety in knowing he's not about to have sex with Noctis in Gladiolus' apartment, too, so there's a level of certainty that this won't turn into anything he doesn't intend it to. ]

I -- yes, give me a few moments to help clean up and then I'll be in there shortly.