[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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[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. ]