[ He hadn't assumed that leaving would be easy, exactly, but he had figured that it wouldn't be much of an issue. Now, he feels ridiculous; despite knowing Noct will be fine, there's a part of him that wants to be greedy. They've all sacrificed so much to get to this point - to the point of negotiating stability with the sun shining down on them, but now that he has it, part of him wants to leave it to someone else and stay.

They'd lost ten years with each other and to lose another few days feels as if it's adding insult to injury, even if in the grand scheme of things he knows that they'll make up the time. Phone calls, he reminds himself, and stills when his collar is tugged. The idea of protesting it because it'll wrinkle doesn't even occur as he smiles down at him, painfully fond. ]

He's absolutely wonderful, you would quite like him. Terribly handsome and kind; it's all I can think about sometimes.

[ At least those ten years did teach him something: Noct would never doubt how much Ignis loved him. His phone vibrates, an alarm to let him know that he does need to be leaving soon and he sighs. ]

Try to stay out of trouble while I'm away, if you don't mind.