[ It's a little bit of both, really, but Noctis has a pretty good handle of it, and he's climbing in under the covers, his expression very carefully neutral. Watching Ignis absently, not intent to slide under until he's making his way over here, he nods at his words.
Everything about this is still very sensitive, but he makes his mind not to dig too deeply. Ignis is still his own person; Noctis doesn't have a claim to his time, his intentions. But more than that, more than the jealousy is the realization that Ignis is... lonely.
He's lonely, and he's never spoken of it, and Noctis feels his heart ache for him. ]
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Everything about this is still very sensitive, but he makes his mind not to dig too deeply. Ignis is still his own person; Noctis doesn't have a claim to his time, his intentions. But more than that, more than the jealousy is the realization that Ignis is... lonely.
He's lonely, and he's never spoken of it, and Noctis feels his heart ache for him. ]
Come and sleep.