[ In this light, Ignis is stunningly gorgeous. The light catches in his hair, sets off his eyes, and Noctis forgets to breathe. You'd think he'd be used to this by now, considering that he's not the half that only just recently regained his eyesight. But every time he sets eyes on him seems like the first time; he even looks good in that flimsy hospital gown, which really is saying something when they're deeply unflattering on just about everyone in existence, himself included.

He takes a step closer, thinking of Ignis' old apartment, remembering how he'd noticed that the man had lived cleanly in one half of it, as if expecting another to come in and fill the other half. The mind forgets, he supposes, but the heart remembers. Gladio tells him that too much hope is dangerous, that it would damage the both of them before they even have time to heal, but Noctis holds on to it anyway. It's his own little secret. ]

It's going to take some time. What Ardyn did to you -- [ He cannot help the anger, twisting sharp and hot in his gut. What Ardyn did to him cannot be healed by the crystal, no matter how much it's entreated. For that, Noctis would gladly kill Ardyn a hundred, thousand more times. He reaches out now, puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder. ] -- will take awhile, but one day. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even next week, or month, or year. One day you'll remember, not for my sake, but your own.

[ And it will not change what he feels for Ignis, the love he offers to him freely, to be taken of his own accord and not by Noctis' intentions. Even if Ignis never loves him again, Noctis is content to continue on in silence. He smiles, just a little, head tilted in the direction of streaming daylight, unable to help a sense of happiness. A promise fulfilled, beloved. He's brought the light back to you. ]

It's the first time you've seen the light proper in years, isn't it? I think that's cause for celebration.