[Going back and getting cleaned up is mostly them going through motions. The stuff they do mechanically. He keeps Noct close, hands wrapped around him as they shower in silence, trying to offer as much comfort as he possibly can. It won't heal the wounds, nothing can, but perhaps they can find a little bit of respite in each other.
When they step out and Noct passes his request, Ignis nods. That room will probably bring some very bad memories if Noctis spends a lot of time in there, all by himself. He wraps Noctis in a towel when they step out and kisses the top of his head.]
Alright. But we will do it tomorrow. You need to rest now.
[Or rather, Ignis will do it for him. Because it's a habit. He leads them to the bedroom, the room illuminated by the moon and the stars in the night sky, the light falling through the big window and right down on the bed. Gently, he nudges Noct to get under the covers, following closely after him.]
[It doesn't take much. For him to drop the towel and climb in bed, slipping beneath the covers. To wrap himself in the warmth and familiarity. To bury his face down into the pillow that smells like him and Ignis, into the comfort and safety that he only feels now when he's with him.
When he glances up from under the fall of damp black hair those eyes are glassy. Filled with unshed tears and emotion and he reaches for Ignis like he can't stand being away from him, even for the seconds it's taken to climb into bed.]
[Ignis doesn't make Noct wait. He slips under the covers the moment Noct is settled down a bit. His hands wrap around him, tight, holding him against himself. It's fine if he cries- silently or loudly. Ignis will be there to hold him until he's tired from it and falls asleep. He will hold him through the night and days and never leave his side. A silent vow he made to himself, to be always near, whenever he needs him- in life and in the afterlife.
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When they step out and Noct passes his request, Ignis nods. That room will probably bring some very bad memories if Noctis spends a lot of time in there, all by himself. He wraps Noctis in a towel when they step out and kisses the top of his head.]
Alright. But we will do it tomorrow. You need to rest now.
[Or rather, Ignis will do it for him. Because it's a habit. He leads them to the bedroom, the room illuminated by the moon and the stars in the night sky, the light falling through the big window and right down on the bed. Gently, he nudges Noct to get under the covers, following closely after him.]
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When he glances up from under the fall of damp black hair those eyes are glassy. Filled with unshed tears and emotion and he reaches for Ignis like he can't stand being away from him, even for the seconds it's taken to climb into bed.]
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He's there. Forever.]