"We can talk about donating later." A few months ago an answer like that would have been Ignis-speak for 'no,' but for now it is merely a request. He doesn't want to waste time he could be seeing things debating if stories should be used to recharge the glasses--let alone stories that aren't his. It will be just as easy to talk about it once his sight has faded again.

Ignis nods to indicate Prompto is correct in his assumption of their starting point and then focuses his full attention on the pictures as the blonde scrolls through them. When they come to a certain set of pictures that features a sleeping Ardyn holding him in a death grip, Ignis can't help but mutter under his breath in an amused tone, "He really is quite the cuddler when he just lets himself be so."

Belatedly, he remembers how uncomfortable the whole thing had made Prompto and he gives the blonde an apologetic smile before shifting the topic to someone the sharpshooter is much more comfortable talking about.

"Not yet. I was hoping he would be here with you, but it appears he's wandered off for a bit. He didn't happen to tell you where he was going, did he?"