[More than a few questions go through his head over the course of their short journey. First and foremost is where they're going; but he trust Ignis implicitly. Know what he would never do anything to being him harm. So he follows along silently, simply enjoys the feeling of those fingers intertwined with his own.
The second comes to him once they've entered the house; couldn't they have just done this at home? But Ignis does nothing without reason. And the answer comes when they reach the top of the stairs and Noctis realizes which room they must be in front of and his heart skips a beat.
Does he want to wait? Not at all. But there's that soft, gentle affection again and he arches into it. Whispers a quiet word of acknowledgement, of agreement before watching Ignis disappear.]
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The second comes to him once they've entered the house; couldn't they have just done this at home? But Ignis does nothing without reason. And the answer comes when they reach the top of the stairs and Noctis realizes which room they must be in front of and his heart skips a beat.
Does he want to wait? Not at all. But there's that soft, gentle affection again and he arches into it. Whispers a quiet word of acknowledgement, of agreement before watching Ignis disappear.]