"Ha. The last I was here, I knew less than you might think." Ignis adjusts his position just enough to glance up at Ravus from the corner of his eyes pointedly. "After all, I was relying on you being a rather honest man, and the honest man said that we were only friends." Just a bit of tease to his words. "Surely, I thought, if he were true with the romantic intentions I thought I perceived, an older version of myself would surely have acted on them in some capacity."

Of course, the youth he was back then had no idea just how they truly met. It was a thing he wondered about quite a bit, honestly. If not for his pride, perhaps he would have asked at some point.

Well, now he's got a bit better than merely asking. Now he's lived through it himself, and seen even a touch into the future. Ignis knows exactly why this never went anywhere.

Why it might not ever, if he can't change their future.

Speaking of the future... He settles back against Ravus, staring into the flames. "...I wish I hadn't caused you all such distress. Hardly do I know just what made it pull me in particular, especially after all that time." This time may be more appropriate, considering the disparity in it between his perception and theirs, but... It doesn't really matter he supposes. "Still, I am here now. And hopefully, my luck is not so atrocious that whatever happened strikes twice."

They've already lost a few achingly familiar faces here, at least for their lot if not Ravus. His Majesty, and Cor following dutifully right after... They all miss those faces. He doesn't want to add to the number.

"We should finish our tea, and head back to bed. We will have to work to put you in properly, after all, lest the bed become unbalanced and break under the combined weight of you and Gladio both." No bed was made for the weight of those combined tits-