[ It's a stupid thing to say the first time you can see someone, but it's the only thing he can think of outside of the crushing disappointment and realization that it didn't work. It's just more proof that maybe, probably, he'll never be back to the man that Noctis had loved so fiercely. Worse: despite being certain that he'll never be that man again, he still finds it remarkably, infuriatingly easy to love Noctis. Noctis, who quite clearly shares those feelings, judging by the way he's willing to bend over backwards to accommodate literally anything Ignis wants.
He endures the poking and prodding from doctors and soon enough, it's...just the two of them in there and Ignis feels woefully inadequate once more. It's not a pleasant feeling, for all that it's becoming familiar. Slowly, he rises up from the bed, tucking the ridiculous hospital gown around himself so he doesn't scandalize the king or anyone who comes in here and heads for the windows. The curtains are pushed open bit by bit until the light floods into the room and Ignis is swallowed by it. He squints against the fierceness of it, like it'd never gone out in the first place and then presses his forehead against the cool window, breathing. You looked devastated, Noctis says and Ignis can hear him come closer. He allows himself an extra second of regret and then turns, not realizing that the flood of light would make Noctis practically glow. Handsome is an inadequate word when he's haloed in the light he brought back to the world. ]
It worked; I can see you. I had only hoped -- foolishly, I suppose, that I would just...remember.
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He endures the poking and prodding from doctors and soon enough, it's...just the two of them in there and Ignis feels woefully inadequate once more. It's not a pleasant feeling, for all that it's becoming familiar. Slowly, he rises up from the bed, tucking the ridiculous hospital gown around himself so he doesn't scandalize the king or anyone who comes in here and heads for the windows. The curtains are pushed open bit by bit until the light floods into the room and Ignis is swallowed by it. He squints against the fierceness of it, like it'd never gone out in the first place and then presses his forehead against the cool window, breathing. You looked devastated, Noctis says and Ignis can hear him come closer. He allows himself an extra second of regret and then turns, not realizing that the flood of light would make Noctis practically glow. Handsome is an inadequate word when he's haloed in the light he brought back to the world. ]
It worked; I can see you. I had only hoped -- foolishly, I suppose, that I would just...remember.