[prompto's stomach churns and his blood feels like it's running cold. ignis speaks sharply, in such a way that it shapes his words to what seems to be criticism towards prompto. surely unintentional, but there is not going to be any intentional apology afterwards or reassurance that he had not intended to make them as biting as they come off as.]
[and that's what, perhaps, makes him lose his appetite altogether.]
Do you think it's a contest? Who is liked best by Noct? Who can do better by him?
[the questions may be--somewhat out of place, but they have everything to do with their current circumstances. ignis is throwing comparisons, of how inaction is ineffective (assuming it's prompto's decision and show of character) and that he could otherwise do better by attempting to change fate.]
[all prompto wanted to do was to give ignis reassurance that even if noctis wasn't here, there was no need to act like it was the end of all things.]
I'm sorry you're stuck with me and I that can't understand why you're looking at things the way you are. I'm trying to look out for you and be a friend, but that's obviously not something I can give.
[he huffs, makes up his mind, and stands, getting away from the table.]
--and now you're probably gonna say how I'm making this about m'self and I'm totally missing the point. Maybe. But -- can you just stop thinking so perpendicular-like for a sec? You might not think it but we really pay attention to what you say and look at you for reassurance. Your words carry more weight than what you imagine -- and you're just - being real tone deaf sometimes.
[That frown deepens as Prompto comes back with those questions-- because as always, they seem to come from a completely different conversation. A contest? Liked best? Yet again, it feels to him as though Prompto is on some different level of communication entirely, missing every single point and conjuring his own out of the air. And yet again, it's as though Prompto has taken great personal insult with Ignis's personal feelings and his own motives and actions.
At least Prompto knows that Ignis had been about to call him out on missing the point and somehow shrouding himself as a victim during a simple disagreement.
Years of dealing with Noct help him refrain from rolling his eyes as Prompto stands up and moves away, as though injecting space between them with a dismissive flounce.]
Well, as you've said it for me there's no need. [A dry bit of snark still escapes, and he folds his arms over his chest. Still, as aggravated as he seems, there's a great deal of confusion to it as well, the hurt anger tempered by his sheer inability to follow Prompto's chain of reasoning.]
Where are you even getting this? You've given your thoughts on the matter, I've disagreed and given my own, and now you seem convinced that this is some pathetic rivalry of grief, and I should, for some reason, cater to your misplaced reliance on me to manage your emotional instability, regardless of my own thoughts on the matter. Is that an accurate summary, or am I being perpendicular again?
It's not about whether you can or can't express your opinion. Of course you can, actually please do! But it's the way you're saying things, like it's do or die--everyone else is wrong and stupid for thinking it.
[ignis will probably continue to remain unaware of what it is prompto means, truly, for he needs to experience it from his perspective to really see it.]
[in the end, it probably doesn't matter. they're both hurt at the fact that they've "lost" noctis and are without. the two of them aren't on the best of terms, just the two of them, so of course this would be difficult regardless.]
And for the record, I'm not talking about my reliance on you for my "emotional instability" management. All of us do- Noct, Gladio, myself. I know they're not here, but I meant us when I said what I said.
[does it...even matter?]
[instead of crossing his arms, prompto just does a frustrating throw of his hands up and heads on over towards the door.]
Y'know, forget it. I'm wrong, you're right-- I never make sense and I'm obviously emotionally unstable.
[It's so familiar to dealing with a teenage Noctis, really. All the feelings and emotions and having no outlet for them. Expressing his frustration with irrational apathy and anger, lashing back at facts laid out before him. And so, he closes his eyes for a moment, at least keeping his slow sigh inaudible.
It was so much easier when he could just tell Noctis that he was unreasonable and leave, give the at-the-time boy time to work out his feelings and find out how to process them. To have that unspoken but mutual faith in one another that their bond was not broken, only strained. With Prompto-- that isn't there. It all feels tenuous and unbalanced, the other man coming from a place he can't even comprehend, and always upset when his points don't come across.
Prompto lacks the excuse of being a fifteen year old-- but perhaps the same strategy would be fore the best, especially as Prompto moves to leave. Ignis stands up, beginning to gather the utensils. Angry outburts or not, they can't just leave things sitting out.]
We both know that isn't how you feel, Prompto. [In regards to his final comments, that is. It's just angry sarcasm, another verbal lashing. And so he won't feed too much into it, aware that no progress will be made. (Though, inwardly, he feels that Prompto's first comment isn't how he feels, either. Why would he want Ignis's opinion when he'd already reacted so poorly to the barest edges of it?)]
I'm glad that you feel strongly about your decisions and opinions and follow them through. [It's. Not an apology. But it's at least conceding that Prompto's feelings are valid and real.] It's an earnest trait. But I do have difficulty following your train of thought or understanding just what it is you're expecting from me until you're already too frustrated.
[he's upset noctis isn't around, that much is true and understood. ignis feels the same. and perhaps they are both to blame for not quite understanding each other and their own experiences in the matter. but they always seem to run parallel, never quite meeting at a point of understanding.]
[prompto worries at his bottom lip momentarily, then sighs, slumping his arms.]
[he doesn't want to fight ignis -- but it just, it sucks.]
I don't want anything from you. I just... wish you didn't have to think that you have to have an answer for everything all the time. It's okay to be helpless, sometimes, and to just... roll in that feeling.
[For a moment, he just lets his eyes close, as though willing to have the patience to deal with this even more than he already has, and without pointing out every single contradictory statement Prompto had just made within the past few minutes alone. In a council debate, he would have already ripped the boy to pieces for as much as one statement betrays the last, the sheer inconsistency in what he's asking for, the way his words and actions don't line up.
Prompto doesn't want anything, and yet he looks to him for reassurance. This entire disagreement stemmed from their differing viewpoints being stated aloud and their separate methodologies, and yet Prompto had suggested he was 'free' to express his opinion. (Likely simply a show of trying to be more morally correct, Ignis assumes.)
But maybe that's just what it means to be more in touch with ones emotions: To succumb to the irrationality of it all. To know that it's useless and unproductive and nonsensical, and to revel in it anyway.
Useless.]
Should I begin to feel helpless, I'll remember that you've granted your permission.
[...He may not be going on the attack, but that doesn't mean he can help himself from those straight up sassy comments.]
[prompto can't read ignis's mind, and so puts his hands up in an obvious display of frustration and annoyance. at this point, he really doesn't want to argue with ignis any further.]
Fine. Great.
[shoes on, he pushes for the door.]
I'll catch you later.
[there is nothing more that he wants to add; he just wants to disappear, leave, and find refuge elsewhere. he has plenty of options for that--to be where he can find solace and more given understanding than the one which ignis doesn't seem able to provide.]
[out the doorway he goes, and disappears around the corner, a tumble of blond hair and hands shoved into his pockets.]
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[and that's what, perhaps, makes him lose his appetite altogether.]
Do you think it's a contest? Who is liked best by Noct? Who can do better by him?
[the questions may be--somewhat out of place, but they have everything to do with their current circumstances. ignis is throwing comparisons, of how inaction is ineffective (assuming it's prompto's decision and show of character) and that he could otherwise do better by attempting to change fate.]
[all prompto wanted to do was to give ignis reassurance that even if noctis wasn't here, there was no need to act like it was the end of all things.]
I'm sorry you're stuck with me and I that can't understand why you're looking at things the way you are. I'm trying to look out for you and be a friend, but that's obviously not something I can give.
[he huffs, makes up his mind, and stands, getting away from the table.]
--and now you're probably gonna say how I'm making this about m'self and I'm totally missing the point. Maybe. But -- can you just stop thinking so perpendicular-like for a sec? You might not think it but we really pay attention to what you say and look at you for reassurance. Your words carry more weight than what you imagine -- and you're just - being real tone deaf sometimes.
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At least Prompto knows that Ignis had been about to call him out on missing the point and somehow shrouding himself as a victim during a simple disagreement.
Years of dealing with Noct help him refrain from rolling his eyes as Prompto stands up and moves away, as though injecting space between them with a dismissive flounce.]
Well, as you've said it for me there's no need. [A dry bit of snark still escapes, and he folds his arms over his chest. Still, as aggravated as he seems, there's a great deal of confusion to it as well, the hurt anger tempered by his sheer inability to follow Prompto's chain of reasoning.]
Where are you even getting this? You've given your thoughts on the matter, I've disagreed and given my own, and now you seem convinced that this is some pathetic rivalry of grief, and I should, for some reason, cater to your misplaced reliance on me to manage your emotional instability, regardless of my own thoughts on the matter. Is that an accurate summary, or am I being perpendicular again?
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[ignis will probably continue to remain unaware of what it is prompto means, truly, for he needs to experience it from his perspective to really see it.]
[in the end, it probably doesn't matter. they're both hurt at the fact that they've "lost" noctis and are without. the two of them aren't on the best of terms, just the two of them, so of course this would be difficult regardless.]
And for the record, I'm not talking about my reliance on you for my "emotional instability" management. All of us do- Noct, Gladio, myself. I know they're not here, but I meant us when I said what I said.
[does it...even matter?]
[instead of crossing his arms, prompto just does a frustrating throw of his hands up and heads on over towards the door.]
Y'know, forget it. I'm wrong, you're right-- I never make sense and I'm obviously emotionally unstable.
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It was so much easier when he could just tell Noctis that he was unreasonable and leave, give the at-the-time boy time to work out his feelings and find out how to process them. To have that unspoken but mutual faith in one another that their bond was not broken, only strained. With Prompto-- that isn't there. It all feels tenuous and unbalanced, the other man coming from a place he can't even comprehend, and always upset when his points don't come across.
Prompto lacks the excuse of being a fifteen year old-- but perhaps the same strategy would be fore the best, especially as Prompto moves to leave. Ignis stands up, beginning to gather the utensils. Angry outburts or not, they can't just leave things sitting out.]
We both know that isn't how you feel, Prompto. [In regards to his final comments, that is. It's just angry sarcasm, another verbal lashing. And so he won't feed too much into it, aware that no progress will be made. (Though, inwardly, he feels that Prompto's first comment isn't how he feels, either. Why would he want Ignis's opinion when he'd already reacted so poorly to the barest edges of it?)]
I'm glad that you feel strongly about your decisions and opinions and follow them through. [It's. Not an apology. But it's at least conceding that Prompto's feelings are valid and real.] It's an earnest trait. But I do have difficulty following your train of thought or understanding just what it is you're expecting from me until you're already too frustrated.
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[prompto worries at his bottom lip momentarily, then sighs, slumping his arms.]
[he doesn't want to fight ignis -- but it just, it sucks.]
I don't want anything from you. I just... wish you didn't have to think that you have to have an answer for everything all the time. It's okay to be helpless, sometimes, and to just... roll in that feeling.
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Prompto doesn't want anything, and yet he looks to him for reassurance. This entire disagreement stemmed from their differing viewpoints being stated aloud and their separate methodologies, and yet Prompto had suggested he was 'free' to express his opinion. (Likely simply a show of trying to be more morally correct, Ignis assumes.)
But maybe that's just what it means to be more in touch with ones emotions: To succumb to the irrationality of it all. To know that it's useless and unproductive and nonsensical, and to revel in it anyway.
Useless.]
Should I begin to feel helpless, I'll remember that you've granted your permission.
[...He may not be going on the attack, but that doesn't mean he can help himself from those straight up sassy comments.]
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Fine. Great.
[shoes on, he pushes for the door.]
I'll catch you later.
[there is nothing more that he wants to add; he just wants to disappear, leave, and find refuge elsewhere. he has plenty of options for that--to be where he can find solace and more given understanding than the one which ignis doesn't seem able to provide.]
[out the doorway he goes, and disappears around the corner, a tumble of blond hair and hands shoved into his pockets.]