[ If he's picked up anything from his time up in space, it's how to read people even better. He catches the way Ignis moves slower, the tired way he smiles, and he knows it's because of what they'd all been through just days ago. It pulls at his heart, squeezing, and Noctis wishes he could reach inside and scoop out all the hurt, take it from Ignis and scatter it to the winds.
... But this will have to be enough. ]
Yeah, I'm always hungry. Do you want any help? I've gotten pretty good in the kitchen over the past year.
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... But this will have to be enough. ]
Yeah, I'm always hungry. Do you want any help? I've gotten pretty good in the kitchen over the past year.