[ Now that the panic is fading, he's feeling endlessly ridiculous about it now that he's realizing that it wasn't real. Noctis is breathing next to him; he can hear the steady in-out and the thud of his heart under where his head rests on Noct's chest. He's alive and Ignis feels something awfully similar to shame creep up in him.
He knows that if it were reversed - if Noct were having a nightmare, he'd be accommodating and not judge and knows that most likely, Noct doesn't mind in the slightest but that doesn't make it easy to cope with all the same. The joke registers faintly; Ignis makes a soft noise of acknowledgment and starts to peel himself back but can't move far; Noct's holding him too tightly and he's not inclined to fight it, especially when he's too sick and weak to.
The promises are kind - Ignis appreciates it, but knows that he can't make those promises, not really. There's no way to know for sure that they'll make it from one day to the next; that's why Ignis, Gladio and Prompto work so hard to protect him. The world needs him -- Ignis needs him. ]
Not-- not particularly.
[ He should address what Noctis said, the promises, the reassurance but doesn't trust himself to so instead, he urges Noct back against the headboard and gingerly settles against him despite how he's overwarm and sweating, still ill. ]
It did not come to pass; lingering on it won't help matters.
no subject
He knows that if it were reversed - if Noct were having a nightmare, he'd be accommodating and not judge and knows that most likely, Noct doesn't mind in the slightest but that doesn't make it easy to cope with all the same. The joke registers faintly; Ignis makes a soft noise of acknowledgment and starts to peel himself back but can't move far; Noct's holding him too tightly and he's not inclined to fight it, especially when he's too sick and weak to.
The promises are kind - Ignis appreciates it, but knows that he can't make those promises, not really. There's no way to know for sure that they'll make it from one day to the next; that's why Ignis, Gladio and Prompto work so hard to protect him. The world needs him -- Ignis needs him. ]
Not-- not particularly.
[ He should address what Noctis said, the promises, the reassurance but doesn't trust himself to so instead, he urges Noct back against the headboard and gingerly settles against him despite how he's overwarm and sweating, still ill. ]
It did not come to pass; lingering on it won't help matters.