[ Noctis asks before he can help himself, ignoring the sinking in the pit of his stomach at the realisation that it's something related to him. Ignis wouldn't have been like this otherwise-- the man is normally unflappable and largely unfazed when trouble comes knocking, but Noctis has learned that he's quite the exception. He's not sure what to feel about that.
Gathering him into his arms as he rests back against the pillows, he's stroking his hair, cupping his face lightly to reassure him of his presence. Ignis is here right now, safe with him and loved, and he kisses his temple again. His fingers twitch, and something clicks. Ignis was seeking something on his hand, and he looks down on it briefly. The ring?
The ring, probably. Frowning briefly, he's shifting to reach for the cold towel, and he gently nudges at his lover. ] Take your shirt off, Iggy. You're too warm.
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[ Noctis asks before he can help himself, ignoring the sinking in the pit of his stomach at the realisation that it's something related to him. Ignis wouldn't have been like this otherwise-- the man is normally unflappable and largely unfazed when trouble comes knocking, but Noctis has learned that he's quite the exception. He's not sure what to feel about that.
Gathering him into his arms as he rests back against the pillows, he's stroking his hair, cupping his face lightly to reassure him of his presence. Ignis is here right now, safe with him and loved, and he kisses his temple again. His fingers twitch, and something clicks. Ignis was seeking something on his hand, and he looks down on it briefly. The ring?
The ring, probably. Frowning briefly, he's shifting to reach for the cold towel, and he gently nudges at his lover. ] Take your shirt off, Iggy. You're too warm.