It felt like a lifetime ago the last time he did; leaning on him like this. One that was likely ever beyond his reach, now. It's tempting to nap like this, but after feeling the hand ruffling his hair... he snaps back out of it and stands up straight.
Any more and his mask might crack.
Noctis hesitates, because he hates mornings. Hates getting up this early, even if his dreams have been... forcing it lately. Yet that conversation with Shiro keeps replaying in his head, when he realized how adrift he felt. Feels. Without a purpose here beyond trying to keep them together. A task he's been having difficulty with while he himself is caught in inner turmoil. He needs something other than training and fishing to ground him.
"Ignis," he starts, voice purposely lowered and unsure. "I- want to learn."
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Any more and his mask might crack.
Noctis hesitates, because he hates mornings. Hates getting up this early, even if his dreams have been... forcing it lately. Yet that conversation with Shiro keeps replaying in his head, when he realized how adrift he felt. Feels. Without a purpose here beyond trying to keep them together. A task he's been having difficulty with while he himself is caught in inner turmoil. He needs something other than training and fishing to ground him.
"Ignis," he starts, voice purposely lowered and unsure. "I- want to learn."