Noctis's movements tug his shirt even more free of where it's been carefully tucked into his pants, and it strains awkwardly against Ignis's skin, stiff and still rather cool despite how close they've stayed close the entire time here. Yet Ignis doesn't protest it in the slightest. All he does is keep Noct as close as he can, and presses a kiss into his hair right back.

"Perhaps. And yet..." His fingers stroke through Noctis's hair. "All the worlds one could think of, and many more besides... Yet we are all here together, aren't we?"

In fact, him, Prompto, Gladio... they all managed to stick together, from their world to another to this one here as well.

What are the odds?

Beautiful fortunate ones, to Ignis's eye. So... "I dare say that such a situation is enough to make a man feel lucky." Lucky enough to say he'll always return to Noctis's side, no matter what may happen.