[ Well that was... unexpected. Ignis blinks a few times, his arms still very much wrapped around Noct, palms flat on his back to comfort him through the catharsis, before suddenly the bed is shaking in fits all over again, this time with Ignis's laughter, choked back into silence but very much making both of them bounce a little.

Eventually, he can gasp back enough air to speak, his eyes practically twinkling behind his glasses. And we're doing rough equivalents of grading for the sake of simplicity... ]

I think Gladio would give this one about B minus for delivery and a solid A for effort. [ Beeeeeat. ] But I do suppose it is a trifling bit gross.