[ So do you, he wants to say. In the fading light he is stunningly beautiful, a beacon in his own right. Noctis manages to get up off his couch with a groan, keeping his phone close before treading towards his private quarters. Ignis is thoughtful, gentle, and he's sure the day hasn't gone easily for him, either. ]

Your phone's been blowing up too, hasn't it? All we can do is wait and see what comes up in the papers tomorrow.

[ Noctis might have some of the media moguls on speed dial, and have even had friendships of a sort with them, but exerting his influence on them is unthinkable, dishonorable. Let it not be said that their king stops to petty manipulations. He has an idea of what will be splashed over the headlines, and just thinking about it is giving him a headache. How would this blow back on Ignis, on Octavia? How does he nip that in the bud before they get hurt? ]

Are more press meetings on the agenda with the team?