( He’s not expecting the little whimper, and he’s sure as hell not expecting the way it hits him. Or the way his thoughts go from a sort of innocent Ignis feels like crap this might make him feel better to something entirely else at such a rapid speed it honestly leaves him dizzy. And it takes a lot to reign his thoughts back in, to come back to the moment and not get lost to thoughts he knows he maybe shouldn’t be having in the first place.
He swallows a little and repeats the move before Ignis can get the rest of his words out.
And Noct has to smile a little at the compromise. At all of it really. How even now Ignis is still being well… so Ignis about everything. Entirely frustrating but endearing it its own little way. And in all honesty it keeps his own worry down, that he still at least had the strength to only meet him halfway. )
I wouldn’t dream of thinking as such. ( He assures Ignis, a small tone of amusement to the words as he slips under the blanket and shuffles in closer.
He tucks his face into the back of Ignis’ neck, and it’s kind of awkward because he’s not entirely sure what to do with his arm, this close it’s kind of hard to put it anywhere but around Ignis. So he does, lightly resting it over him and there’s a small pause before he asks quietly: ) Is this okay? ( It was one thing to do nearly the same thing in the dead of his sleep, another entirely to do it actively. )
no subject
He swallows a little and repeats the move before Ignis can get the rest of his words out.
And Noct has to smile a little at the compromise. At all of it really. How even now Ignis is still being well… so Ignis about everything. Entirely frustrating but endearing it its own little way. And in all honesty it keeps his own worry down, that he still at least had the strength to only meet him halfway. )
I wouldn’t dream of thinking as such. ( He assures Ignis, a small tone of amusement to the words as he slips under the blanket and shuffles in closer.
He tucks his face into the back of Ignis’ neck, and it’s kind of awkward because he’s not entirely sure what to do with his arm, this close it’s kind of hard to put it anywhere but around Ignis. So he does, lightly resting it over him and there’s a small pause before he asks quietly: ) Is this okay? ( It was one thing to do nearly the same thing in the dead of his sleep, another entirely to do it actively. )