[Even if it had been more muffled still, Ignis would still do his best to hear it, still force himself to overcome the limitations of his own body. So he leans in close, accepts the silent offer - is it an offer? - for what it is.]

...As long as you know, then I will want to know, Noct. I should know.

As I said: always at your side.

[And that means bearing whatever weight he can alongside him, even if some will always be a bit out of his reach.]

[Ignis adjusts himself, comes in a little closer. Arm brushing against shoulders.]

...We should take this home for ourselves, for the time being. It is pleasant enough. Large enough for four - at the very least.