[Magic? Divine Blessings? Whatever the hells Luna's ancestors got up to Noct sure has no idea what it is or how it works. Ignis is spot on there. Some things just don't change.
Some things do, however. Ignis moves through the house to examine what he might need to make things suitable for them but Noct doesn't let him get too far away. The way Ignis immediately falls back into the practicalities of the situation, the fact that he's already thinking on how best to make sure Noct is comfortable just drives home what he'd already known. As soon as he'd broken down he'd known.
Noct puts a hand on Ignis' arm, pulling his attention away from the latest detail that he's adding to his mental to do list.]
Ignis... [He glances away, guilty but determined.] Sorry. Y'know... for snapping at you. And for- that was a shit way to tell you.
[There's a measure of self-awareness in the apology that the Noctis Iggy remembers would never have been capable of. Something he'd struggled for years to admit to. Even with things falling apart the way they have been. Even though he's only now realizing that they'd left the resort in such a rush that he hadn't taken his meds and by the time they caught up with Cor it was just past dawn. And then he showed up here.
Damn. No wonder he's a fucking wreck.]
Whatever we've gotta deal with here, though. It's fine, Iggy. It's going to be enough of a chore covering the basics from the sounds of it. It can't be worse than sharing the tent with Gladio's snoring, right?
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Some things do, however. Ignis moves through the house to examine what he might need to make things suitable for them but Noct doesn't let him get too far away. The way Ignis immediately falls back into the practicalities of the situation, the fact that he's already thinking on how best to make sure Noct is comfortable just drives home what he'd already known. As soon as he'd broken down he'd known.
Noct puts a hand on Ignis' arm, pulling his attention away from the latest detail that he's adding to his mental to do list.]
Ignis... [He glances away, guilty but determined.] Sorry. Y'know... for snapping at you. And for- that was a shit way to tell you.
[There's a measure of self-awareness in the apology that the Noctis Iggy remembers would never have been capable of. Something he'd struggled for years to admit to. Even with things falling apart the way they have been. Even though he's only now realizing that they'd left the resort in such a rush that he hadn't taken his meds and by the time they caught up with Cor it was just past dawn. And then he showed up here.
Damn. No wonder he's a fucking wreck.]
Whatever we've gotta deal with here, though. It's fine, Iggy. It's going to be enough of a chore covering the basics from the sounds of it. It can't be worse than sharing the tent with Gladio's snoring, right?