[One day somehow seems so much less daunting than at least a week, which is foolish, perhaps, but he's selfishly grateful for it.
Noct takes his hand, squeezes it, and in doing so reforges the connection between them, taking the first step of reaching so that Ignis doesn't have to, paving the way so that all Ignis has to do is lean back into him and it'll be fine, head on his shoulder and it'll be fine.
Noct isn't wrong, though. He does need to rest, he shouldn't overexert. If their positions were reversed he'd impose exactly the same demand onto Noct, and be far less compromising than Noct is about resistance to it now. So —]
We...can reassess, after one day. If. If it would be best if I spent another on bed rest. We can talk about it, together. After every day, we can reassess what the next day should look like.
[ Ignis is conceding. On his own terms, no less -- Noctis is only starting to be aware of something he wasn't before, the fact that Ignis responds better to soft persuasion than hard pushing. Noctis has to concede and back down from his hardline directive to coax Ignis closer, to draw him into what Noctis believes to be best for Ignis.
If their positions were reversed, Noctis is pretty sure Ignis would pull out all the stops to keep him in bed. And so, with their connection rebuilt, Noctis is musing over this latest, unexpected turn of events; the things they are willing to try for each other after more than ten years of the semi-regular spat.
It's encouraging, too, and Noctis nods. Hell, if they're actually not fighting about this, and if Ignis is extending an olive branch to him (because you bet your ass Noctis is going to get the man to stay in bed for more than one day), Noctis will readily make the most of it. ]
Okay. We'll reassess. And we'll have to agree. Together. And if you need a second or a third day, the door's open for discussion?
[It's a tiny thing, a little bit defeated, but there are slivers of hope inherent in this new arrangement that weren't there before. One day isn't so difficult to get through. There's no sentence handed down from on high that he can't challenge. They'll figure it out together, and they'll talk about it.
At least it's an improvement on their arguments of old, when Noct was a teenager and he was barely out of being one himself, and it seemed as though every time Regis's health took even the slightest turn for the worse, Noct would end up sullen and standoffish and —
...oh.]
I'll need all your help to make a speedy recovery. So...please, watch over me, Noct.
[ Noctis' brows are raised so, so high. He knows he really shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but Noctis asks the question anyway, because that particular sentiment is not something he's ever associated with fiercely independent Ignis before. Besides, he looks like he's just discovered something, and Noctis has to check the urge to look over his shoulder.
Not that he doesn't like it! He does. He appreciates it, because this is the precious extent of trust that he reveals to him. Still... ]
[He glances away, the weight of Noct's surprise proving too heavy for him to carry when he's like this, and folds his hands in his lap as he stares at the tips of the nails on his crossed thumbs.]
Ignoring the feelings of...someone so worried about me.
Ignis looks almost abashed or something, and as Ignis extricates his hand from Noctis', he watches how he folds them, dignified and all. It's hard to catch Ignis when he's undignified, because even in this there is a casual elegance to his movements, things that make Noctis seem clumsy in comparison. ]
Uh. I guess?
[ Is that the right answer? Nevermind. ] But you're the least selfish person I know. Are you getting back into bed?
[He hesitates a minute, then carefully leans over and presses a whisper of a kiss against the edge of Noct's cheek, near the corner of his mouth.]
I'll try to remember not to get up, if you've needed to step away for a moment when I wake up.
[He scoots back up onto the mattress properly, shifting around until he finds a position that lets him keep his ankle immobilized while still being comfortable, and then settles in to let slumber overtake him again.]
[ Ignis is asleep far quicker than Noctis remembers him being, but it's okay -- Ignis is injured, tired and weary, and Noctis is more than happy to fold himself against him, wrapping himself around Ignis protectively, as if by being here he could simply protect him from anything that would come to take him away.
Noctis will, he thinks, with no small amount of determination as he spoons Ignis, and next time around, Ignis will probably be the first of them both to wake. ]
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Noct takes his hand, squeezes it, and in doing so reforges the connection between them, taking the first step of reaching so that Ignis doesn't have to, paving the way so that all Ignis has to do is lean back into him and it'll be fine, head on his shoulder and it'll be fine.
Noct isn't wrong, though. He does need to rest, he shouldn't overexert. If their positions were reversed he'd impose exactly the same demand onto Noct, and be far less compromising than Noct is about resistance to it now. So —]
We...can reassess, after one day. If. If it would be best if I spent another on bed rest. We can talk about it, together. After every day, we can reassess what the next day should look like.
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If their positions were reversed, Noctis is pretty sure Ignis would pull out all the stops to keep him in bed. And so, with their connection rebuilt, Noctis is musing over this latest, unexpected turn of events; the things they are willing to try for each other after more than ten years of the semi-regular spat.
It's encouraging, too, and Noctis nods. Hell, if they're actually not fighting about this, and if Ignis is extending an olive branch to him (because you bet your ass Noctis is going to get the man to stay in bed for more than one day), Noctis will readily make the most of it. ]
Okay. We'll reassess. And we'll have to agree. Together. And if you need a second or a third day, the door's open for discussion?
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[It's a tiny thing, a little bit defeated, but there are slivers of hope inherent in this new arrangement that weren't there before. One day isn't so difficult to get through. There's no sentence handed down from on high that he can't challenge. They'll figure it out together, and they'll talk about it.
At least it's an improvement on their arguments of old, when Noct was a teenager and he was barely out of being one himself, and it seemed as though every time Regis's health took even the slightest turn for the worse, Noct would end up sullen and standoffish and —
...oh.]
I'll need all your help to make a speedy recovery. So...please, watch over me, Noct.
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[ Noctis' brows are raised so, so high. He knows he really shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but Noctis asks the question anyway, because that particular sentiment is not something he's ever associated with fiercely independent Ignis before. Besides, he looks like he's just discovered something, and Noctis has to check the urge to look over his shoulder.
Not that he doesn't like it! He does. He appreciates it, because this is the precious extent of trust that he reveals to him. Still... ]
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[He glances away, the weight of Noct's surprise proving too heavy for him to carry when he's like this, and folds his hands in his lap as he stares at the tips of the nails on his crossed thumbs.]
Ignoring the feelings of...someone so worried about me.
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Ignis looks almost abashed or something, and as Ignis extricates his hand from Noctis', he watches how he folds them, dignified and all. It's hard to catch Ignis when he's undignified, because even in this there is a casual elegance to his movements, things that make Noctis seem clumsy in comparison. ]
Uh. I guess?
[ Is that the right answer? Nevermind. ] But you're the least selfish person I know. Are you getting back into bed?
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[He hesitates a minute, then carefully leans over and presses a whisper of a kiss against the edge of Noct's cheek, near the corner of his mouth.]
I'll try to remember not to get up, if you've needed to step away for a moment when I wake up.
[He scoots back up onto the mattress properly, shifting around until he finds a position that lets him keep his ankle immobilized while still being comfortable, and then settles in to let slumber overtake him again.]
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Noctis will, he thinks, with no small amount of determination as he spoons Ignis, and next time around, Ignis will probably be the first of them both to wake. ]