[ Of course he'd be handsy even now. Ignis strokes Noctis' bangs back with his free hand and makes a startled noise when he nips and then there's tongue against his thumb. Oh, dear. They are absolutely not doing anything while he's recovering from surgery, which means he tugs his fingers back with a noise that he'll never admit is a laugh. Instead, he pulls his ring off of his finger so that Noctis can see it and fiddle with it if he likes.

Not unlike giving a child something shiny, he thinks, and instantly is torn between finding it hilarious and a little terrible. ]

You did. It took you weeks to commission the jeweler and get it just how you wanted it, from what you've said.

[ He never takes it off if he can help it. After receiving it, he'd even had his gloves altered so that specific finger could have extra room so he could wear his gloves over it if needed. ]

I should hope so, given the ring and that we live together. Things would be terribly awkward if not.

[ The wedding photo is gently taken and settled off to the side beside the bed so he can look at if he wishes. ]

Can I get you anything? Water, or juice, or something to eat?