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Prompto holds him back. He channels every ounce of worry, love, and care for Ignis he's feeling, and tries to express it in the way he circles his own arms around the man's midsection to cling tightly. The world settles back to where it needs to be once more, the rising panic within Prompto that his time is up and his second chance with his loved ones over subsides.
If Ignis is anywhere near from the when it seems he is (despite the contradiction of his eyesight), he's been through more than enough. He needs the steadiness of his loved ones just as much as they always need his own.
"You're back, Iggy. We're all here. Together." It is equal parts reassuring to Prompto himself as it is meant to be towards Ignis. "What happened? Were you in Altissia...?"
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The question that comes.. It's not a surprise. Someone had to ask, sooner or later. Ignis takes a breath, fingers still sliding through Prompto's hair.
"Indeed... Altissa. Ravus and I had made the decision, then, to partner together in order to find Noct, and Lady Lunafreya. We'd managed to make it across the city, to the altar... But I had not been able to see Noct just yet before I found myself here once more."
Well. That. And a prophecy given to him which has him by the back of the neck still.
Yet Ignis doesn't mention it yet. Where could he even begin to start? For Ignis, that prophecy has only just now been received, save for an hour or so in the time it took for them to make it here, to home. He hardly even knows where to begin with it... besides that he cannot bear to let it come to pass.
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As Prompto looks up, his heart soothed by his boyfriend's closeness, he listens to Ignis' every word with rapt attention. His expression shifts to something sad, then...Confused. At least he's confused until Ignis mentions that he hadn't yet seen Noctis by the time he was returned here to Town. That means he's more or less just before losing his eyesight in Altissa.
He chews on his lower lip and shakes his head, focusing on Ignis. Trying to fully parse out the whens will come with time, he figures. Right now, what matters most is...
"Yeah. Altissa was...Bad. You're ok. You're here. Noct's here. Just ..." Why is it that Ignis looks so haunted? "We're all safe, now."
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He remembers seeing this expression as a youth. He remembers seeing this expression in a vision. Ignis does not care for it either way.
Still, he keeps that to himself for now, and instead continues to slowly stroke Prompto's hair. "An understatement," he agrees quietly, knowing what Prompto is referring to and not bringing it up for now. His eyes. But they can discuss that at a later date. Ignis knows that he has to move forward with what energy he has for right now, or else, well. Nothing terrible, but he's committed to it now. He won't accept anything less. "And we are all safe for now."
But only for now. Only in this place, and even then, that isn't a guarantee.
He has to make it so.
Ignis pulls Prompto along, back to the table where he set down the potatoes. "So you needn't worry any longer," he assures the blond, tugging open the bag. The apple inside is still in good condition, he's glad to see. "Now, lets get back to work. And you can tell me what nonsense you all got up to in the time I was gone." Lets not talk about how he could become blind at any second, or how that's looming in his future, it's fine.
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He shakes his head, snapping out of spiraling thoughts to focus on Ignis doing the same in his own way- with a task at hand. Prompto can tell the way his boyfriend is shaken, how much he needs the stability of just doing something productive.
He wants to offer Ignis whatever semblance of comfort he can, just as the retainer always tries to do for him.
They can worry together. All of them. Ignis doesn't need to suffer alone, just as Prompto tried to stress during his boyfriend's terrible growth spurt months before. How the blond will be able to help and let Ignis let him in to shoulder the burden alongside him, well...He will make a plan whenever the time feels right.
"Oh, uh, right," he nods, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in an erratic, nervous rhythm. "You want me to give you a hand in here? Not just supply runnin'?"
He huffs a bit at the prompting for a story. "I mean, I panicked pretty hard. Started messaging anyone I knew if they'd seen you right when you weren't home waiting for me after my run. The house pretty much fell into immediate chaos of us worried sick."
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Of just what a chosen king is meant for.
For someone like Ignis, who has devoted his whole life and then some to Noctis... It's enough to rattle him from his moorings just a touch. Definitely now more than ever does he need this semblance of comfort and productivity. The knowledge that he can still do something and it is all fine in the immediate present.
Of course, it won't solve the future. That is something to worry about at a later date. But it can help keep him propped up, and that is almost all Ignis dares to wish for at the moment.
Almost.
For now, he reaches over to take Prompto's hand in his and gently rub his fingers along the back. In the back of his mind, he recalls no gloves. He'll have to fix that at a later date. So many things for a later date. "Just a few bits of prep work," he reassures him, taking him to where some potatoes need peeling.
"Who did you message, exactly?"
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He breaks into a soft, fond smile as his boyfriend takes his hand and rubs his fingers along his knuckles. It is one of those discreet, gentle, familiar gestures that Ignis tends to make to show his love, and often to soothe the blond's nerves. Here, now, it can do that for the both of them. "Oh, I threw a message to everyone in the house! Before running inside to tell em to their faces. Them, and then Ravus of course! Then we all tore the place apart trying to find you, and looked for like, any possible leads."
That is to say, the house was a mess when they arrived home. Not for long though.
Prompto goes quiet, blond brows knitting as his smile becomes something more akin to a look of concentration. Has he even mentioned Ravus to Ignis during all the recent chaos? He sure did just make it sound like the message he sent was a matter of fact and something obvious.
"Uh. Cause, he worries, you know? We talk a whole lot, what with all the training we've been doing together."
All this is spoken as Prompto's mind scrambles over how to even explain what happened at the river. This first bit is, for him, a chance to buy time to formulate said reveal. Or so he hopes.
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They'll get to that in a moment, and Ignis steps away with just the slightest of raised eyebrows. Considering this is Prompto and Ravus, well, there's hardly any need to dance around the fact. Both men are just far too honest, for better or worse. Lying - proper lying, not just avoiding their emotions to not be a bother - does not come naturally to them.
So, really, it's been very clear just what's been going on between the two of them.
...Really, there's no way that Ravus simply carts Prompto off in his arms in full sight of all of them without it being clear.
But he doesn't press. "I see," he says simply, giving Prompto time to actually tell the truth. "Well, he and I are friends, after all, so this is hardly surprising. It is good that he was informed. Can you wash the potatoes, Prompto?"
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"Yeah, sure, I got them!" Prompto says cheerfully, trying to lift the mood a bit as he grabs an armful of tubers and bounces his way to the wash basin. He picks up a brush and deposits the precious spuds on a nearby counter surface, then grabs one at a time to dunk them underwater and scrub them all over. Prompto whistles a happy little tune as he works, but the song soon peters out into contemplative silence.
Ignis probably knew this was the play all along. Definitely did. Prompto is just abysmal at lying, especially to loved ones, and especially by omission. The guilt starts to gnaw at him until no potato in the universe would be a good enough distraction. He ultimately blurts the next words out in a jumble, utterly defeated.
"Soooooooo Ravus and I kinda kissed, crazy right? I know, super out of this world kinda unlikely. We tooootally didn't do anything else like help one another bathe in a river or anything!"
Foot: meet mouth. Anxious nerves are a hell of a thing.
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Eventually, in the dead of night, he'll be less haunted. Have a direction to go to. Look into a pair of mismatched eyes and know where he will have to plunge his blade, and the difficulties its path will be in order for it to meet its mark.
But for now, there are vegetables to clean, and meat to look over, and Prompto blurting out that he and Ravus have made out.
Amongst other things.
"That is a rather specific denial," Ignis comments mildly, position shifted a bit just so that he can make sure his hand is out of Prompto's sight when it trembles a bit. He has to fix that. He worries that he won't be able to fix that until he's actually gone to sleep, and maybe not even then. "Still, it's hardly surprising. He is more charming than he gives himself credit for, when the stress of his position has been removed from him and he may live a little more as he pleases." Not completely, because he and Ravus are of the same make, and how Ravus would truly want to live is in dedication to his sister...
...but in absence of that, training someone and exercising and raising plants while he learn how to eat properly will have to do.
"You both quite clearly liked one another as well. I hardly think there was ever a reason to keep mum on it, really." Igni glances over to him with a quirked brow. "You're already dating multiple men as it is, after all."