[He wrinkles his nose, giving Iggy a Look. There's a suspicion there, a nagging that he definitely meant something by it but there's already so many new and horrible things bouncing around in his brain that he doesn't have it in him to question it.

So in the end he just shrugs, fingers hooking over the edge of the counter so that when he leans back there's a satisfying stretch through his shoulders and, finally, a pop and he slumps forward again. It's strange, perhaps, how much he can just... let go of all the worries when he has Ignis with him. It takes a weight off his shoulders almost literally. Enough to make him able to relax a bit.]

If you say so. The rooms are next door to each other so-

[And then, abruptly, he realizes that Ignis doesn't remember all the panicking he did before he officially asked Prom out.]

Uh... right you don't know... well. No, I know you know but like... we made it official a little after we graduated. After-

[He sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck and looking embarrassed. It's not going to be the same as that first confession but he can't do it like this either. So Noct slides off the counter and puts a hand on Ignis' arm once more, making sure the other man is looking at him.]

I know, for you, we've been fighting. A lot. And I know it doesn't make it okay but... it does get better. After I finally own up to my part in it and you help me get some anti-depressants.