[ No joking about death. Right. He sees the look on Ignis' face and knows that he'd taken a step too far there -- his life had not been assured back then, and he had been slated to die. Ignis had saved it through sheer force of will, through his sacrifice, and Noctis can never repay him enough for it.
He climbs into bed, slides under the familiar covers and closes his eyes. He's not tired, not really -- the warmth of Ignis' body near his is an impossible thing, and for a moment he can fool himself into thinking that they've married each other, that this could be theirs. Moments earned instead of stolen. ]
Can we just -- can we forget everything else just for tonight? [ Everything else but each other; there's plenty of time for self-flagellation after this, but right now, right now Noctis needs him. He needs Ignis the man, the one so beloved of the king -- not the adviser. ]
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He climbs into bed, slides under the familiar covers and closes his eyes. He's not tired, not really -- the warmth of Ignis' body near his is an impossible thing, and for a moment he can fool himself into thinking that they've married each other, that this could be theirs. Moments earned instead of stolen. ]
Can we just -- can we forget everything else just for tonight? [ Everything else but each other; there's plenty of time for self-flagellation after this, but right now, right now Noctis needs him. He needs Ignis the man, the one so beloved of the king -- not the adviser. ]