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[calcitrants]

[ oh, no, raben is adorable. but at least rascal plays nice with the other guest cat, and ignis can simply focus his attention on nyx, and what he's set on the table before him. ]

If.

[ the response is sardonic, because noctis isn't here, and while ignis considers it an absolutely foul, unproductive habit and would never, in normal circumstances, indulge in such a vice, these were exceptional, extenuating circumstances.

he reaches for one of the flat mini dishes to serve as an ashtray, looking him dead in the eye. ]

I'll air out the house later.

[ ignis, who has never once allowed nyx a smoke in the room even after they've had sex, taps a single stick out, places it between his lips, and waits.

...yeah, things are really, really bad. ]

[warpspammer]

[ nyx mentally winces at the mistake. it's not that he isn't aware this is a loaded situation; he hoped he'd be able to get ignis to find some humor in doing something he and the prince disprove of. but the situation isn't something that easily fixed, though.

he gives a small snort in response to airing out the house, though, tapping out his own cigarette. when ignis simply waits, nyx raises his hand; flame dances over his fingers and knuckles. he brushes the flame over the end of ignis' stick, and then brings his hand close to light his own, letting the flame fade away after a moment.

he sits in silence for a moment, considering. the only movement is shifting his leg to press his knee against ignis', quietly supportive. ]

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I'm sorry.

[ he says quietly, finally, feeling nyx's knee press up against his. he knows that the glaive must not have an easier time either, and really, he shouldn't be taking anything out on the man, not when he's been kind enough to provide company.

he closes his eyes for a moment as he takes a deep, deep inhale, feeling the rush of the nicotine. he exhales smoke, then turns to him, the edge rubbed off his nerves.

his hand comes to briefly rest on his knee, acknowledging the silent gesture of comfort. ]

Will you stay the night?

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You got nothin' to apologize for, Ignis.

[ it may take ignis a moment to speak, but nyx is quick to tell him he doesn't need or want the apology. not out of rudeness, but because he understands what ignis is going through. he's hardly going to judge him.

nyx had felt a similar pain watching regis get cut down in front of him. he takes a breath and holds it, just long enough to let it burn before he exhales through his nose, watching the smoke drift up to the nice ceiling of ignis' cabin. ]

Yeah. I don't have anywhere else to be.

[ an olive branch of commiseration. gladio and ignis had both asked him to watch over noctis, and now that role has been taken from him. he shifts his hand to rest it next to ignis', offering his own comfort. they were too different to date, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, since ignis is his friend. ]

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That makes both of us.

[ nowhere else. nothing to do. he takes a few more puffs, smoking the entire thing before stubbing it out on the tray and exhaling a quiet, tired sigh.

he reaches for his hand to gently squeeze, finally speaking. ]

Do you want to make something to eat?

[warpspammer]

[ nyx doesn't smoke his as quickly, letting it hang off his lips as ignis reaches over. he squeezes his friend's hand. what a shitty hand the both of them have been dealt. ignis losing his charge, and nyx having to watch his king die in front of him.

he clears his throat. ]

You're good at dumplings, right? I never got around to showing you Galahdian ones.