Ignis always knew. Sometimes, it drove him insane, almost to the point of being angry, but there was a deep down part of him that knew it was because Ignis cared. Right now, though, he didn't want to talk about it, any of it. ...It was only Ignis' stupidly perfect choice of words that made him glance back because hearing Ignis admit that he wasn't alright? That... never happened. It almost unsettled Noctis more, but his guard came up, as it always did.

"Nothing to talk about," he muttered, looking down and to the side, which was a dead give away.