And you never will, [Ignis murmurs softly,] I love holding you.
[He does. Maybe it's some kind of possessive streak, or maybe just the knowledge that Noct is fine and here, in his embrace. He had stopped wondering a long time ago- it wasn't something any kind of logic would ever be able to explain.]
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[He does. Maybe it's some kind of possessive streak, or maybe just the knowledge that Noct is fine and here, in his embrace. He had stopped wondering a long time ago- it wasn't something any kind of logic would ever be able to explain.]