[ Noct is so stoned, but he's not too gone that he doesn't realise this really, really pretty man is blushing, and he's reaching out to cup his cheek -- all inhibitions tossed to the wind. Oh, he feels so good under his hand, too. ]
Married? [ He echoes, having enough presence of mind to look down at his hand. No ring, though, and his gaze lingers on Ignis' longer than he should, blinking. ] You mean to other people? [ Because why doesn't he have a ring? Crestfallen and disappointed, he asks, ] Do I have to tell my wife I'm gay?
[ Because that's going to be a very difficult conversation to have, and Noctis is feeling too good to ruin things. He's sleeping on a cloud! ]
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Married? [ He echoes, having enough presence of mind to look down at his hand. No ring, though, and his gaze lingers on Ignis' longer than he should, blinking. ] You mean to other people? [ Because why doesn't he have a ring? Crestfallen and disappointed, he asks, ] Do I have to tell my wife I'm gay?
[ Because that's going to be a very difficult conversation to have, and Noctis is feeling too good to ruin things. He's sleeping on a cloud! ]