[ Ah, he's kissing him. He's kissing him and Noctis is kissing him back, even if it's a little messy and he doesn't actually have full control over his mental faculties. He's gripping the wedding photograph tight like it's a lifeline, looking to him, then to it in amazement. ]

No, no. No. [ Don't go. Noctis doesn't want him to go. ] I haven't looked at you enough yet. You married me! You. Look at you, you're gorgeous. [ Awe, admiration, and an incredulousness that suffuses every word. ]

We're married. [ He repeats, more to himself than Ignis, before he tilts his head up (even in this particular state, the bratty streak persists). ] Kiss me again.