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[ If they're both aware of it and he makes Gladiolus, Cor, and maybe Monica and Dustin aware of things as well, they'll probably be better off. Better, in that it will be less Ignis worrying that he's pushing things too far out of a fondness for Noctis, or not telling Noctis when his favoritism is too blatant. The more people aware the more can manage it, and make certain to help protect Noctis. ]

As flattering as that is, it's also proving to be problematic, to a point. The rumors are one thing - unsubstantiated, based around a few photos at a ring shot and circumstantial evidence aside from it. Now, add rumors to the fact that I showed up and the divorce proceedings were happening and rumors will grow but ultimately fade as we've seen.

[ A pause, here, because he needs to ensure Noctis fully understands what they're getting into. ]

If we do this, then we'll have to go to the public with it and we have to control the narrative in every aspect. Which means we would need to start thinking about dates. We'll have to politicize whatever we do, Noctis. If it graduates from an affair, then it does truly grow and it becomes something we have to manage.

[ Ten years ago, Noctis would have cringed, sulked, made even clearer his dislike for the politicking of the entire system. But he's older now, and hopefully a touch more mature about things. And he's accepted too, that his personal feelings on things didn't matter as much in the big picture, and as king, his personal life is fair game for gossip fodder and speculation.

Noctis knows this. He hates this, but he knows this. Ignis lays it out for him with a precision that is almost surgical, but he listens. A necessary evil, granted, but this was what he was signed up for the moment he was born.

Politicizing Ignis and their relationship, one that he so jealously guards and keeps away from common knowledge is an unpleasant truth. He sets aside his chopsticks for the moment, looking him over. ]

I draw the line at the press team popping up in our bedroom.

[ Our. A slip of the tongue -- but it's too late to take it back now. Nonetheless, he quickly pushes forward. ] What are you proposing?

I'm not proposing anything, specifically.

[ He's merely working through all of the angles, analyzing the situation that they're quickly about to find themselves in once the divorce is finalized in full and they move forward. He keeps thinking in abstracts, in ifs and maybes but the reality is that they're both too caught up in each other not to do this. It's just a matter of finding out if they can do this and maintain their positions as they are. ]

Indeed. I'd rather keep some things to the imagination.

[ Ignis takes a considering bite of another wonton, mulling over the response he wants to give. ]

It means we'll have to move slower than either of us would like, but it may be wise. We never really had time to take things at our own pace with everything going on. Maybe this is a second chance, as it seems like so many are.

Do you mean for us to document what we do and make periodic press releases out of it?

[ Ignis overthinks things. It's second nature for him, really -- and he's overthinking this too, or so Noctis thinks. But he supposes there's merit behind it when it turns out that the man is prepared for just about anything. He doesn't comment on that, because times like that, it's what they need.

He resumes eating, keeping a careful eye out for stray vegetables before nicking one of Ignis' potstickers. He's always loved those, but never really looked into getting a share for himself. ]

Second chances. [ He likes that. Octavia had given them both a second chance to make this right; he just doesn't know where to start. ] I don't mind us taking our time. I just want to know if we're planning to... showcase this or something.

I mean that we handle this very carefully as there's no room for error. If that means putting out press releases and ensuring that the press only talks about what we want them to talk about, then we'll need to be aware of that.

[ The potsticker theft doesn't go unnoticed, and Ignis carefully counts the remainder, making certain he doesn't take more than half so that Noctis has access to more if he wants them. They, at the very least, have some vegetable content. ]

One of many we've been afforded.

[ Through pure luck that Octavia was a better woman than Ignis could have hoped for. ]

I think it's likely. If we move too quickly in the public's opinion, you'll certainly face some sort of backlash; already, it's going to be...unpopular, that you've divorced the woman you married for a treaty and are seeing your adviser. There will be cries of nepotism at best.

[ Noctis looks down at the potstickers he's bitten into, chewing and frowning -- on the one hand deciding that the vegetable content is negligible enough to be magnanimously overlooked and on the other contemplating the truth of his words.

They've come so far, faced down so many trials and hardships and a marriage -- it would be stupid to ruin it. Not just for himself, but for Ignis as well; he would get the worse end of the deal media-wise. Octavia, too. And he can't have that. ]

So for the foreseeable future, I still hide you away like a secret. Are you okay with that?

[ Because the last time he tried something like that, Ignis went away for a year. ]

Noct...

[ Ignis hesitates openly, now. He hasn't been talking about keeping this secret; he's been talking about holding off. About doing this the right way, giving it time, trying not to rush into things.

Ignis dips one of the potstickers in to the ginger-soy sauce provided and then stills, pushing forward before he loses his ability to point it out right now. Hiding things won't make this better. ]

I'm suggesting that we don't do anything until the time is right. That I remain your adviser and chamberlain first.

[ The potsticker sits too long; when he withdraws, the insides fall out into the sauce and he sighs heavily, fetching that next. ]

[ Ah.

That. That's a whole new kettle of fish. Noctis looks surprised for a moment, and a part of him wants to protest, to push -- how can he stand to finally have him back and not do anything about it? How can he sit there so calmly and say something like that to him, like his feelings are a thing that can be turned off on a whim?

He can see the reasoning, it doesn't mean he likes it. ]

So when do you think the right time will be? Is it a unilateral decision or do I get a say in it this time?

I think it's a decision that we make in conjunction with the Council, with the various departments coordinating the release of information for the divorce.

[ He's gentle about it, but there's a firmness to his tone, here. Much as he wishes that they could leave this dinner table and go straight back to his room, there's political implications to keep in mind.

They might have a lot of friends here, but all it takes is one housekeeper to see them, or to see Noctis leaving Ignis' room or vice versa and to say something, then scandal. No, better they avoid that altogether. ]

A few months, most likely.

A few months.

[ He echoes. It's on the tip of his tongue to protest, to challenge that as long as no one sees, that's fine -- it's not like they haven't snuck around before. But he has a point. Noctis owes it to Octavia to make it right, whatever it is. He owes it to Ignis, even though he cannot help his irritation with him, and that unexpected little resentment, once raised, that cannot be quelled.

Ignis fields his catty response with a firm gentleness that Noctis knows he has to heed, but dislikes all the same, and he stabs his chopsticks what's left of his half of his potsticker. Just the idea of having so many people all up in what's supposed to be strictly private leaves him testy despite honourable intentions. He has to do this, there is no other choice. ]

Fine. [ He says at last. ] Do as you like.

[ It's an impossible situation in a lot of ways. It's not what either of them wanted. It's not what either of them anticipated, but maybe that was the problem. Ignis touches fingertips to his chest, stroking over the ring he still wears under his shirt like it's a worrystone and then turns his attention back to Noctis, watching him stab at his meal as if that'll fix things. ]

I'm doing this because it's the easiest option. Not because I like it.

[ Do as you like, as if Ignis isn't telling him this because they both need to know it, to work out another plan if something goes south. Ignis isn't the only one who will be held responsible here. ]

This is to protect you, Noctis, from the potential backlash.

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I know.

[ He says finally, after drawing out the silence. He knows. Ignis would always overthink, considering everything from all angles and then some, and Lucis and Noctis has been the better for it. But knowing what he can have and not being able to reach for it is frustrating.

He softens, looking at his mauled potsticker. No, the real problem lies much deeper, and it haunts them, a shadow underlying all their conversations, all that they are to each other. ] We've already lost so much time.

[ Eleven years and counting. ]

[ Ah. Yes, that's... a point. Ignis has thought it over himself, a dozen times. They'll have moments like this where they can justify meetings by Ignis' position. Maybe, if he notices that they're growing more frequently, he'll organize more meetings with the other two, too, just so it doesn't look too odd. ]

I know, Noct.

[ Ignis doesn't dare reach across the table but the temptation is entirely there. They have to draw new lines now; he has to draw new lines now, and he's not sure where physical contact falls. It's a slippery slope. ]

I won't be going anywhere this time, though, and neither will you.

You don't know that.

[ Assumptions like that are the quickest way to disappointment-- after all, hadn't he once thought that Ignis would never leave his side? Maybe the day will come when he will do it again when he decides that this is not he wants; and maybe it'll be sooner than he expects.

He finishes up the potsticker in silence, then the rice. It's a whole new game he has to learn now, and Noctis puts no stock in promises, not anymore. Finally, he adds. ]

Is that all you wanted to discuss?

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[ Oh.

Well. He deserves that, doesn't he. Ignis doesn't flinch, but for a moment his face goes that careful, crafted sort of blank that is so useful in politics. It's not quite a dig, but it's close enough and it's certainly merited given the state of things. Ignis inclines his head just a touch, pushing the rest of the potstickers over to Noctis while he finishes off his noodles. ]

I suppose that's fair. No, I think that's a fair summation of everything as it stands so far.

[ Noctis doesn't intend for it to be a dig, but it's what stays -- the uncertainty of his presence, of something that's broken between them that needs fixing. It's not Ignis' fault, not really. Or rather, it's both their faults, and it still hurts. When is the next time Ignis decides that this isn't what he wants, and makes to leave with Aranea for good?

He doesn't touch the potstickers, and nudges the plate back towards him. He's not looking to push Ignis into anything -- he's fine with keeping the status quo for now, but it's difficult to look at him and not wonder when he will slip from his grasp again, Noctis entirely powerless to stop him. Love isn't enough. Noctis isn't enough. ]

We're not okay, are we?

[ In a lot of ways, this isn't either of their faults; they're a slave to the system they've helped craft. Noctis was always going to have to marry someone if the situation arose and Ignis was never going to be able to watch him with someone else and know the best he could have was a relationship in the shadows. Still, he'd never expected it to turn out like this.

The plate is pushed back and Ignis resists the urge to sigh; his appetite is mostly sated, but more than anything else, he's tired. The idea of saying screw everything, the rules, propriety, everything and asking Noctis to come to bed with him -- to sleep, to wake up to him in the morning, is so tempting. He can't, but he's missed that so much that sleeping alone in his bed is still awful, unfamiliar. ]

No. I'm afraid we're not. [ Ignis' voice softens further and he reaches for his own drink but doesn't drink it. Instead, he twists it in circles, spreading the condensation. ] But I hope we will be.

Me, too.

[ He murmurs, watching him fiddle with his drink. It's a habit of Ignis', he realizes, in the rare, rare moments when he's at a loss for what to do. This isn't easy for Ignis either, and there are so many things Noctis wants to say but cannot quite articulate, from a reminder of his love for him to a bid for an assurance that they'll work on this and make it right. But it doesn't seem like it'll help. Octavia might have opened a door for them, but there is still so much left to fix, things that were cracked in the months that had led up to Ignis' departure and the year during it. Noctis would never be objective where Ignis is concerned, not when he's his greatest weakness. Before this, he would have asked him to bed, taken his hand and curled up into him and breathed all of him, kissing everything better until their problems are a lifetime away. Now, he doesn't know what to do in place of that.

He sighs, and reaches for his soda. He wishes he's better at this. ] Thanks for dinner. [ He tries. They have to start somewhere. ] Is old Cheung still running things? I thought he was grooming his kid to take over.

[ There's very few people who see it, very few people who Ignis trusts enough that he'll let his guard down that much. With everyone else there's a level of expectation placed on all interactions; Ignis is supposed to represent the crown in all capacities and the way he conducts himself down to the smallest details will matter.

With the others, though - Noctis, Prompto, Gladiolus, and even Aranea to an extent, some of the wall falls. He doesn't have a shirt to mend, and isn't hungry, so the drink is twisted in idle circles. ]

Of course. [ Blessedly, a person from their past who Ignis doesn't have to say is dead and long gone. It's happened too many times in the past. ] He's there, still working frankly absurd hours for someone his age. His daughter was telling me that she can't make him retire even though he's earned it tenfold. He likes to stay busy.

[ Just like someone else. ]

Sounds like someone I know.

[ Noctis cannot help a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth. It's good to hear that he's keeping busy, and that things are settling down into a new normal. There's still a lot of work to be done for Insomnia and Lucis at large, previously-annexed, now-returned territories to oversee and firm up trust with, but sometimes it's nice to step back and look at all they've done together. Still, hearing Ignis describe himself to a tee about someone else is always amusing.

He'll still do that, he thinks. When he gets old and refuses to retire, and he can't help a surge of warmth. An old Ignis, an old him. Fates allowing, he wants nothing more than to grow old with him. He wants to be there with him every step of the way, and he looks wistful just for a moment. ] I wonder what you'll be like when you're old.

I haven't the faintest idea what you mean.

[ Yeah, sure, buddy.

Noctis' lips twitch up - not a lot, not terribly noticeable, but enough. It's a shadow of a smile and while it's nowhere near how he used to smile so quickly, so easily around them before, it's a start. They can work their way back up to that sort of thing and figure out what their new normal is. It may take time, but it'll be worth it. Anything, for Noctis, is worth it. He won't make the same mistakes twice. ]

I'm...not certain. Shorter hair, most likely. My father went gray later in life, but it's not terribly obvious with how light our hair is.

I'm surprised you didn't go gray earlier, considering everything you have to deal with.

[ Noctis muses, taking sips of his soda before setting it aside. This is an easier conversation to have, a reminder of their easy camaraderie, the warmth and the reminder of how they were with each other. This is a good start, too, and maybe this is the only way to rebuild trust and restore faith. ] I think you'd make a handsome old man.

Prompto used to tease that he'd found a gray hair or two when he was assisting me, at times. Once my vision was back, I looked for myself but shockingly, I seem to have avoided it for the most part.

[ He can't quite imagine himself with the same hair style while it's gray, though. The pompadour just wouldn't look the same; it'd be odd. What will be nice to do is go back to it, however. He's missed his morning routine. The compliment jars him a little bit- he doesn't look startled but there's this beat where it hits and he lets himself enjoy it, lets himself have a moment where he's just full of warmth and affection for a man he loves to a point of excess. ]

I hope so. I'm certain you'll be much the same. [ Despite Regis' aging so quickly, he still looked regal beyond all reason, so it stands to reason. Ignis' lips tug into a tiny smile at another thought. ] Luna's going to be lovely, you realize. Between the two of you, she'll be fierce as can be.

[ Luna, huh. He softens at the mention of his daughter, this beautiful, wonderful little life he had made with Octavia, and his smile widens despite himself. She is the pride and joy of his life -- he'd messed up on so many things, could have done better on even more, but Luna... Luna's perfect. That Ignis can see the same also makes something warm curl in his chest. ]

And you, too. [ He says after a moment, wonders if he's taking too big a risk in including Ignis in his daughter's formative years, wanting him to be there with him as he and Octavia raise their daughter. Ignis, he thinks, should be a part of this as well. But is this pushing the envelope? Where's the line now? ] I've seen how you handle her, she seems to like you a lot.

[ At first he worries that he's made a mistake talking about the daughter that Noctis has with Octavia - mentioning anything related to the latter seems to be a pretty good attempt at shooting himself in the foot. Thankfully, Noctis doesn't seem upset. ]

At that age, they like anything that they see, it seems. [ She's all too happy to gum all over his shirt collar and glasses when she takes them off of his face; thankfully, there's no danger of them breaking as they're rather thick and ever since Noctis fixed his eyes, he doesn't need them. ] I forgot how much...easier babies could be, though their sleep schedules leave a bit to be desired.

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