[ He hasn't seen this look in Ignis' eyes before, bright and unfettered with joy and mirth. Every time Ignis looks at him -- Noctis doesn't know if he's noticed it -- it's always been laced with something else, the knowledge that time could run out for them at any time, steadily ticking towards Ignis' vision. But this, this Ignis, this adorable little child doesn't look at him like he wants to save him.

And when was the last time Ignis ever truly laughed with such unbridled delight? He loves the innocence in Ignis' wide eyes, how the world has not yet ripped that away from him, and is glad he hadn't insisted on bringing Pink out there with the other Ignises. Ignii? ]

Yeah.

[ Noctis says, softening as he looks back at him tenderly. He's impossibly fond, protective, and when he settles back on his haunches, he thinks he will take this memory with him forever. They will keep this secret, then. ]

Of course you know me better than anyone else. [ He tells him with a soft smile. ] But why are you hiding in here, Ignis? Aren't you lonely by yourself?