( He shakes his head as Ignis apologizes, which is... ridiculous. But also so Ignis at the same time. Of course he would be apologizing, even when he was the one feeling like shit. And it's one of those things, the little nuances of their relationship that's never quite sat well with Noctis. That at the end of the day Ignis felt like he had to apologize for something like being sick. ) Don't, it's fine, Iggy.
( He turns his head to look at Ignis, a tight lipped smile that he hopes is somewhat reassuring. But the situation sucks and he's never been good at hiding when he's borderline sulking. He lifts a hand and presses it to Ignis' forehead, suddenly struck by how often the same motion had been done the other way around throughout the years. He frowns a little feeling the warmth, too warm. )
And you're hot. ( He counters and shuffles a little to lay down beside him. He was, cold, but he'd live. And the heat radiating off Ignis helped a little. ) Stop worrying about me. ( He requests, though he knows that's probably an impossible ask. )
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( He turns his head to look at Ignis, a tight lipped smile that he hopes is somewhat reassuring. But the situation sucks and he's never been good at hiding when he's borderline sulking. He lifts a hand and presses it to Ignis' forehead, suddenly struck by how often the same motion had been done the other way around throughout the years. He frowns a little feeling the warmth, too warm. )
And you're hot. ( He counters and shuffles a little to lay down beside him. He was, cold, but he'd live. And the heat radiating off Ignis helped a little. ) Stop worrying about me. ( He requests, though he knows that's probably an impossible ask. )