[ Ignis reaching from his arm like that is such a small gesture, way less meaning in it than how he reached out in the hall, but... it still makes Noct's heart clench tight in his chest. It's nice to be needed, by Ignis especially, but... Not like this. He covers Ignis' hand in his again and links their fingers, and he doesn't let go again after that. It's hard to say whether it's habit or cowardice that has Noctis keeping his head down and looking at their joined hands instead of Ignis' scarred face. He doesn't want to think about it.
There's an old joke to be made here, about Ignis watching him sleep, paranoid like that. Noctis almost makes it, before he realizes that Ignis won't be watching anything. That's why he's offering, isn't it? Why he reached for his hand? Watching isn't enough anymore. He's got to watch with his hands now. Noctis squeezes his hand a little tighter without thinking about it, and he shuffles backwards on the bed, tugging Ignis by the hand to come with him. ]
As long as you don't mind me drooling on your shoulder.
[ The joke feels strained, and Noctis can't let it lie, still feels the need to tack on quietly right after. ]
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Date: 2019-07-30 03:10 am (UTC)There's an old joke to be made here, about Ignis watching him sleep, paranoid like that. Noctis almost makes it, before he realizes that Ignis won't be watching anything. That's why he's offering, isn't it? Why he reached for his hand? Watching isn't enough anymore. He's got to watch with his hands now. Noctis squeezes his hand a little tighter without thinking about it, and he shuffles backwards on the bed, tugging Ignis by the hand to come with him. ]
As long as you don't mind me drooling on your shoulder.
[ The joke feels strained, and Noctis can't let it lie, still feels the need to tack on quietly right after. ]
...I'd like that.