I didn't break anything, technically. And you're still within the confines of my kingdom.

[ Noctis points out, quite unfazed as his gaze follows every movement the other man makes. He's been starved of him for too long; the sight of Ignis one for terribly sore eyes. His movements are almost as smooth as when he could see -- still so innately graceful and efficient, and he doesn't move from where he's seated, not sure if Ignis would bolt if he so much as made an unwelcome move.

He looks him over, taking in the scars in the evening light, bittersweet heartache echoing in his heart. Oh, he's missed him so. His next words are gentler, even as he's acutely aware that he's coming closer. He's acutely aware of him, the warmth that barely reaches Noctis, the warmth he's missed for so many months. Ignis is irreplaceable, the memory of him haunts them all even in their most busy days, and his fingers curl, just a little.

What does he say now? He's prepared a whole host of things, but when faced with the actual man himself, finds himself tongue-tied. Where does he start? ]

Thank you for saving me.

[ This, let's start with this. ]