[ He knows that he's doing far more than is specifically needed given the fact that there are many people inside the Citadel that will be able to take care of Noctis while he's away. Gladiolus and Prompto have already checked in with him and been given lists of duties and things to watch out for; Noctis may not be as cooperative with them but they know how to work with him and Ignis has full faith in their bullying capabilities. If anything, Noctis may honestly eat better with Gladiolus as the one in charge of his nutrition; he's much less of a soft touch than Ignis is.
It's jarring to realize that he's suddenly trusted to do these things once more as he was for the time that Noctis was gone. The idea of ruling was never one that he had particularly relished; he liked being the support, running interference for the family, taking care of duties that he was best suited for while making sure that he funneled others to appropriate parties. It was comforting to know that his competence had a direct impact on Noctis.
Then, when everything went to absolute shit and the glaive had accused him of the unthinkable, Ignis had done his best not to lash out in return. They were hurting; they may not have loved Noctis as much as Ignis did, and certainly not in the same way, but in their own they did. They were loyal and Ignis knew that fighting them on this wasn't going to help anyone, least of all his highness, comatose in bed.
Now, thankfully, despite having to leave, he's certain that when he returns Noctis will be in much better shape. He still has time before he has to leave; at least a half hour until the car pulls around to take him to the ship which means that he slides his suit coat off and hangs it. His shoes are toed off at the end of the bed and gingerly, he crawls up next to Noctis and smooths a hand through his hair. He still looks awful but blessedly, he's recovering more and more each day. ]
Forgive me if I'm inclined to steal as much time with you as is humanly possible.
[ Ignis smiles wryly and presses a cool hand to Noctis' forehead; he doesn't seem to have a fever which means that the injury is healing adequately without the worry of infection. ]
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It's jarring to realize that he's suddenly trusted to do these things once more as he was for the time that Noctis was gone. The idea of ruling was never one that he had particularly relished; he liked being the support, running interference for the family, taking care of duties that he was best suited for while making sure that he funneled others to appropriate parties. It was comforting to know that his competence had a direct impact on Noctis.
Then, when everything went to absolute shit and the glaive had accused him of the unthinkable, Ignis had done his best not to lash out in return. They were hurting; they may not have loved Noctis as much as Ignis did, and certainly not in the same way, but in their own they did. They were loyal and Ignis knew that fighting them on this wasn't going to help anyone, least of all his highness, comatose in bed.
Now, thankfully, despite having to leave, he's certain that when he returns Noctis will be in much better shape. He still has time before he has to leave; at least a half hour until the car pulls around to take him to the ship which means that he slides his suit coat off and hangs it. His shoes are toed off at the end of the bed and gingerly, he crawls up next to Noctis and smooths a hand through his hair. He still looks awful but blessedly, he's recovering more and more each day. ]
Forgive me if I'm inclined to steal as much time with you as is humanly possible.
[ Ignis smiles wryly and presses a cool hand to Noctis' forehead; he doesn't seem to have a fever which means that the injury is healing adequately without the worry of infection. ]
The ship won't leave without me.