[ It's partially for his benefit, but mostly for Noctis'. There's very little chance that this conversation goes as well as Ignis can hope it will. It's a sensitive subject to start with but it's also one that he worries they may feel different on. No matter the subject, Ignis needs to make sure that Noctis understands that he's not angry, that he's still there in any capacity he can be. The tray is settled aside and Ignis blows out a breath, nearly a sigh, and settles his coffee on it so he doesn't risk spilling. ]

You've been given a duty, the gift aspect is...debatable. But yes, essentially, though I think I'm not exaggerating when I say that I believe you've had more asked and given more than anyone else ever has.

[ Isn't he due a break?

But yes, Ignis does understand it. More than he'd like to, and he's more realistic than he wants to be. Love is a wondrous, monuments thing but it doesn't rule countries. ] In every way that matters, I belong to you as well. I look at you, sometimes, in meetings or over dinner, and am struck by it, you know. The extent to which I love you. I'd always considered it this...nebulous, ephemeral thing and then I felt it and it is wonderful. You're wonderful. Nothing will ever change that feeling for me.

[ He leans up and presses a lingering kiss to Noctis' lips, eyes closed as he savors the moment and then slides down enough to speak again. ]

If this is something asked of you, I won't leave. Regardless of whatever happens, Noctis, my life is yours. It has been since the moment I met you.