[ Well, he deserves that one. He won't argue that one. He doesn't respond to the next comment or the weak laugh escaping from Noctis.
When he feels Noctis' hand touch his face, his scar, he leans into it a bit, granting his silent permission for Noctis to touch him. Ignis has no idea how badly the scar looks now or what it looked like in the first place. Going off from Prompto's reaction, he had been in bad, bad shape.
He misses seeing Noctis, seeing people, seeing things. It's a learning process to find his footing in things again. He's wishing he could see Noctis' smile. ]
I needed to hear that from you. [ His tone soft and thankful. ] I always got your back, Noct.
[ His hands fall off Noctis' shoulders and he fumbles a bit to tug off the glove where the ring had sat on his finger. He lifts that hand up to let Noctis see the damage there, if there is a scar that is. He isn't sure. ]
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When he feels Noctis' hand touch his face, his scar, he leans into it a bit, granting his silent permission for Noctis to touch him. Ignis has no idea how badly the scar looks now or what it looked like in the first place. Going off from Prompto's reaction, he had been in bad, bad shape.
He misses seeing Noctis, seeing people, seeing things. It's a learning process to find his footing in things again. He's wishing he could see Noctis' smile. ]
I needed to hear that from you. [ His tone soft and thankful. ] I always got your back, Noct.
[ His hands fall off Noctis' shoulders and he fumbles a bit to tug off the glove where the ring had sat on his finger. He lifts that hand up to let Noctis see the damage there, if there is a scar that is. He isn't sure. ]