[ The bed barely shifts with his weight, too expensive to change too much with the addition of another body. After moving out of the royal quarters, Ignis had ordered himself a ridiculously expensive, excessive mattress. If he was going to be sleeping alone at nights, then he was going to spend it somewhere good, somewhere comfortable. ]

Probably not.

[ He isn't prone to fits of melancholy, but right now, that's the only word for it. Noctis climbs into bed with him, clad in his clothes just as Ignis wears Noctis and for a moment, this could be familiar. Ignis rolls over onto his side and looks at the other man, looks at his king across the massive space between them: metaphorical and physical, and hurts. ]

Not that it particularly matters but the sheets are clean. I wouldn't -- I would have changed them before allowing you into them.