"More like 'offend him almost as much as not liking his photos,'" he teases, but not necessarily lying. Noct shrugs faintly, smirking a little, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Ignis isn't the only one whose thoughts drift back to home, and he doesn't even have to be home alone for it to happen. Every time he looks at Ignis' face, he's silently grateful that whatever brought them here, Ignis at least could see this world with weirdly similar things with his own eyes.

And that's the kinder train of thought.