[Noctis wishes a lot of things, and maybe some of it echoes Prompto's self esteem issues. He felt good about himself and he didn't have many problems like that... but he could understand the jealousy of Gladio and his ability to talk with people. Noct... wasn't as smooth and he doubts he ever could be. And he's watched the man, the way he flirts and mingles with anyone he damn well pleases. With great results.

But Noctis...

Lifting his head up, chin against Ignis' chest, looking up at him and studying him closely.]

I know.

[Duty. Duty and a long, worthwhile friendship.]

...

[It's definitely a soft, frustrated sound. The words or actions wouldn't come. Pulling his arms away so he can reach up and cup the older man's face in his hands. Pouting splendidly- which he was far too old for, but this is a man who calls bugs icky and balks at vegetables.]

I...

I want to tell you something and you're going to listen the entire way through and not talk about duty or our status... none of that, okay?

[...What in the world is he doing.]