Noctis was staring at his tea, and then Ignis speaks. He pauses, biting the inside of his cheek. First looking to Ignis' cup, then Ignis himself. Part of him wants to just spit it all out, yet... he stays his tongue for a few seconds.

"I know," he sighs, staring at the wall for a moment. It's easier. "Just... reeling from what happened back home. We'd just saved Prompto in Zegnautus Keep. Ardyn was torturing him."