Noctis very pointedly does not meet Ignis' eyes when he raises that brow, blue eyes set on the crowd, on the others that are dancing to this music, trying to determine what would actually be worth maybe attempting in the dancing department. It's only when Ignis looks back down to the cup in his hands that Noct glances back over at him, watches the subtle shift in his expression.
Only to draw in a surprised breath, his free hand reaching out to rest his fingers on Ignis' wrist. It's so touching and thoughtful and so perfectly Ignis. There have been many times over the years where he's felt like Iggy is the only one that truly understands what he means when he complains about the lingering pains that are simply a constant part of his life. Not that he let himself complain often, mind. He knows it's partially Gladio's job to push him, even on bad days. Maybe especially on bad days because he must learn to be on top of his game even when he wants to crawl in bed and not move.
Even then, though, Gladio is such a powerful man and while he may take a beating on a regular basis nothing really compares to that pervasive aching throb that radiates down his leg with every breath, every beat of his heart a fresh pulse of it that he can push aside but is always there taking up some portion of his attention. How could anyone "normal" really wrap their heads around it? That he must be careful because there is one specific angle, one certain shift in his weight that will just send a jolt of agony down his leg and cause it to give out on him, that he has spent years learning to avoid certain positions so that they don't make his entire leg go numb and tingly.
And yet here is Ignis offering him some small relief, always so in tune with him, always remembering that it is something that is there in Noctis' mind whether others remember it or not. "Iggy..." He's not sure how he can convey so much love and gratitude and the sort of peace that comes with knowing someone does understand it but he does his best in that small murmur of Ignis' name and the way he steps in closer to press a brief kiss to the corner of his lips.
He knows Ignis doesn't care for pda but he simply cannot restrain himself when faced with such a thoughtful gift.
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Only to draw in a surprised breath, his free hand reaching out to rest his fingers on Ignis' wrist. It's so touching and thoughtful and so perfectly Ignis. There have been many times over the years where he's felt like Iggy is the only one that truly understands what he means when he complains about the lingering pains that are simply a constant part of his life. Not that he let himself complain often, mind. He knows it's partially Gladio's job to push him, even on bad days. Maybe especially on bad days because he must learn to be on top of his game even when he wants to crawl in bed and not move.
Even then, though, Gladio is such a powerful man and while he may take a beating on a regular basis nothing really compares to that pervasive aching throb that radiates down his leg with every breath, every beat of his heart a fresh pulse of it that he can push aside but is always there taking up some portion of his attention. How could anyone "normal" really wrap their heads around it? That he must be careful because there is one specific angle, one certain shift in his weight that will just send a jolt of agony down his leg and cause it to give out on him, that he has spent years learning to avoid certain positions so that they don't make his entire leg go numb and tingly.
And yet here is Ignis offering him some small relief, always so in tune with him, always remembering that it is something that is there in Noctis' mind whether others remember it or not. "Iggy..." He's not sure how he can convey so much love and gratitude and the sort of peace that comes with knowing someone does understand it but he does his best in that small murmur of Ignis' name and the way he steps in closer to press a brief kiss to the corner of his lips.
He knows Ignis doesn't care for pda but he simply cannot restrain himself when faced with such a thoughtful gift.