[ Ignis is, first of all, somebody that Noctis has to be able to rely on. And, currently, he is in no state to provide that, and yes, of course he is apologizing. The fact that everything else between them makes Noctis worry more? Extra reason for the apology.

But he simply has no strength to continue to insists. He shivers, slightly, at the hand over his forehead, but also presses a little into it, because it's pleasant, and when Noct lies down next to him, Ignis's body reacts first, pressing close to the coolness, before his slow-acting mind catches up, and he stiffens. ]

Noct. If it is something infectious... I do not want you to go through the same. It's... Perhaps if I turn to the other side, and you stay close to my back...?

[ Yes, that is a question. Suggestion, almost. He is worried. He is worried, Noctis is worried... he has to... has to find a way to break that vicious circle. So he bites the inside of his lip for a moment, drawing a bit of strength from the sliver of pain. Making sure his voice sounds appropriately steady. And dry. ]

I must be truly fevered, however. I just thought you asked me to not worry about you.

[ Sorry, Noct? His sense of humor is disastrous at the best of times, and he's definitely up to it properly? ]