[ Ah, well, that's really nice to hear -- but Noctis hasn't been thinking about himself; it's passed, it's done. He just wants to know about Ignis, if he'd ever stopped believing that Noctis truly, and so very deeply loves him. What happened before had been heartbreaking, and Noctis still wakes and for a few moments had been terrified that Ignis has slipped from him again (Noctis doesn't have that long a list of loved ones that the absence of one isn't a personal blow), but he can never admit that to anyone else. ]
That's really sweet. [ Really, it is. But Noctis definitely doesn't want him to think that he ought to make up for anything -- he's only curious. ] But I meant you. If you thought I stopped caring about you.
[ Guess what this uncultured heathen is doing? Yes, he's wiping his hands off on his very expensive bespoke pants. ]
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That's really sweet. [ Really, it is. But Noctis definitely doesn't want him to think that he ought to make up for anything -- he's only curious. ] But I meant you. If you thought I stopped caring about you.
[ Guess what this uncultured heathen is doing? Yes, he's wiping his hands off on his very expensive bespoke pants. ]