An ill-timed affair, is that all you think you are? [ Noctis is incredulous when he leans back to look at him. How can he even begin to think that -- who cares what the gossip rags even say?

Noctis loves him too much to be objective, too much to let go and back away; Ignis had been such a fundamental, crucial part of him for so long it's impossible to imagine him leaving. So what if Ignis is his weakness, so what if he cannot think straight around the man? ]

I won't lose anything, Iggy. And I especially won't lose you.