[ He's never wanted to think of Noctis as fragile, not after he'd seen the boy recovering from the injury in a too-large bed, pale and unconscious for hours on end. Fragility didn't suit him, but coming back from the dead brings back all of the same worries and mental images and he tries his best to fight against it. Noctis will be fine. The doctors have assured him of it. ]
As my liege commands.
[ It's a soft murmur into Noctis' hair as he pushes his bangs back and presses a kiss to his forehead, and another to his cheek, the tip of his nose and finally his lips. His shirt will get wrinkled but the suit jacket is pressed perfectly and will hide most of it. Besides, Noctis is sweet and sleep-warm like this and Ignis is greedy. ]
I'll call you when I get there and as often as you like.
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As my liege commands.
[ It's a soft murmur into Noctis' hair as he pushes his bangs back and presses a kiss to his forehead, and another to his cheek, the tip of his nose and finally his lips. His shirt will get wrinkled but the suit jacket is pressed perfectly and will hide most of it. Besides, Noctis is sweet and sleep-warm like this and Ignis is greedy. ]
I'll call you when I get there and as often as you like.