Asharp SLAM reverberates through the chamber and Ignis immediately stiffens, slightly surprised at his own temper but he manages to keep his face impassive nonetheless. He'll not offer an explanation for it, however, choosing instead to sip seemingly calmly at his cup of ebony as he takes a careful seat at his desk before the pile of paperwork he'd... supposedly angrily slammed down. Definitely angrily slammed down. A sigh. He glances at Noct. "You're free to enjoy the rest of your night, Noct."
“Uh.”
He’s not a stranger to Ignis being in a mood– for God’s sake, he’s the prince, Noct can’t even imagine– but it doesn’t make it any less… what’s the word… unsettling. Ninety percent of the time, Ignis is calm and collected; the other ten percent… yeah, Noct’s not a stranger to it, but he isn’t used to it.
Plus he suffers from both wanting to help Ignis feel better and wanting to get away until he’s calmed down, so he hovers awkwardly in the doorway.
“… are you sure there’s nothing else?” he asks shortly.
He’s leaning towards letting Ignis calm down on his own time, if only because he had been hoping for an early night, due to some… plans he was hoping to fulfill. But he doesn’t want to leave until Ignis reiterates it’s fine.
