[ This, comparatively, is nowhere near the stress of saving the world by fighting a borderline-immortal, insane ancestor of Noctis'. This sort of political nonsense is the sort that he's well-equipped to handle, even if generally his studies hadn't ever been about how to handle it when the entirely of the public eye is on him for disrupting a political marriage so completely. ]

Noct--

[ No. He's the one who left. He needs to handle this...delicately, to say the least. Ignis' fingers slide up, tracing his collarbone lightly. ]

Believe me when I say there's no other place in the world that I would rather be than by your side, no matter how difficult the situation may get.