[ Shoes, right. With a little hesitation, Noctis unties his own boots one-handed and kicks them off the side of the bed. The sound's loud, but he can't really help that, and he's curling back up into Ignis' arms right after, shoving a thigh between Ignis' legs and draping an arm over Ignis' waist, the one not already still holding his between them. He sighs against Ignis' collar, relaxing. But the question has him tensing right up again.
He doesn't answer immediately. If he did, it would be the same thing he's been saying, and it would be a lie. He doesn't want to lie to Ignis, not ever, and especially not now, when Ignis has to be feeling similar. Or different. Maybe worse, who knows? They need to talk about it, even if Noctis doesn't want to. He closes his eyes again and presses his mouth to Ignis' skin. ]
Physically, I guess.
[ It's not much of an answer, but it's all Noctis can manage just that second. He spent days crying, as soon as he woke up. The littlest thing set him off. He still kind of feels like that, like if he even tried to say her name out loud, the tears would come. He's tired of crying. He doesn't want to feel like this any more, has tried so hard to shove it all down. ]
Does it hurt?
[ It's not fair to turn it around on Ignis either, but... He needs to know. Voice a little quieter, face still pressed to Ignis' neck, he clarifies just what he's talking about. ]
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He doesn't answer immediately. If he did, it would be the same thing he's been saying, and it would be a lie. He doesn't want to lie to Ignis, not ever, and especially not now, when Ignis has to be feeling similar. Or different. Maybe worse, who knows? They need to talk about it, even if Noctis doesn't want to. He closes his eyes again and presses his mouth to Ignis' skin. ]
Physically, I guess.
[ It's not much of an answer, but it's all Noctis can manage just that second. He spent days crying, as soon as he woke up. The littlest thing set him off. He still kind of feels like that, like if he even tried to say her name out loud, the tears would come. He's tired of crying. He doesn't want to feel like this any more, has tried so hard to shove it all down. ]
Does it hurt?
[ It's not fair to turn it around on Ignis either, but... He needs to know. Voice a little quieter, face still pressed to Ignis' neck, he clarifies just what he's talking about. ]
It looks painful.