[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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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.]