[Noctis puts down his tea again, sighing. He knows words won't help this time. Nor will silence, really. They never really were great at expressing their emotions, and this time... Ignis can't rely upon his sight to see the sincerity in his gaze.
So, what he does instead is release his grip on Ignis' shoulder, letting it slide across to the other. A quiet sign of support. If he wasn't still holding onto that tea, though... he'd have taken one of Ignis' hands in both of his.]
We have time. Whatever this place gives.
[He won't say time to figure out another way. A way to save him. But time to spend together with all their friends, regardless of what the hell is going on here.]
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So, what he does instead is release his grip on Ignis' shoulder, letting it slide across to the other. A quiet sign of support. If he wasn't still holding onto that tea, though... he'd have taken one of Ignis' hands in both of his.]
We have time. Whatever this place gives.
[He won't say time to figure out another way. A way to save him. But time to spend together with all their friends, regardless of what the hell is going on here.]