[Ignis frowns, leaning back just enough that their shoulders press together, his hand still closed over Noct's, never having reclaimed it after his earlier display of support, solidarity.
He did not need to ask what was wrong. He knew that the answer was 'everything.' It was all too much, too quickly, and Noctis was prepared for none of it. None of them were, not like this.
He squeezes Noct's hand against before carefully releasing it, letting his hand come to rest against his own knee.]
glorious
He did not need to ask what was wrong. He knew that the answer was 'everything.' It was all too much, too quickly, and Noctis was prepared for none of it. None of them were, not like this.
He squeezes Noct's hand against before carefully releasing it, letting his hand come to rest against his own knee.]
It's all too much. I know.