[He's hyperventilating and his heart is racing, but Ignis doesn't realize just how bad both things are until Nyx takes his hand and places it against his chest. The shocking difference between his heartbeat and breathing and the Glaive's is enough to start pulling him out of whatever little fit he just fell into. It's not quickly done, though. The slower, steady rhythm under his hand allows him to slow his own breathing and from there he can push back the pain, but the image of the Chancellor's mocking face lingers in his mind's eye. It wasn't even the last thing Ignis saw and yet it lingers. Fortunately, the fact that one of the last crystal clear visual memories he has is wasted on Ardyn Izunia also makes him angry, and eventually, that helps him push the image fully away.
By the Six, is Ignis glad Prompto isn't around to see him break down like this. The blonde is already carrying far too much on his shoulders and exhausting himself trying to be a pillar of strength for the advisor when he is cracked just as badly. Ignis is suppose to be the strong, steadfast one, not the other way around. Making Prompto's burden heavier is not something he can allow. Not when he's failing to do so much else.
Ignis takes a deep breath, packing away his emotions and trauma as best he can. Some boxes are too full. Some are too empty. Some are balanced precariously in the back of his mind and will eventually fall over, but for now, it's the best he can do. Hopefully, when everything comes spilling out again, it won't be nearly this bad.
After a couple more slow, deep breaths to make sure he is well and truly back to himself, Ignis curls his fingers under and lightly taps Nyx on the chest with his knuckles.]
I know you do. You're still good at that, even after all this time. I thank you for it.
[Of course, Nyx has his own traumas to keep at bay with such tactics, ones that didn't go away just because the teenager he'd been asked to spend time training had been pulled away to attend to his own duties. Who knew that when they met again, live-altering trauma would be one more thing they'd have in common.]
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By the Six, is Ignis glad Prompto isn't around to see him break down like this. The blonde is already carrying far too much on his shoulders and exhausting himself trying to be a pillar of strength for the advisor when he is cracked just as badly. Ignis is suppose to be the strong, steadfast one, not the other way around. Making Prompto's burden heavier is not something he can allow. Not when he's failing to do so much else.
Ignis takes a deep breath, packing away his emotions and trauma as best he can. Some boxes are too full. Some are too empty. Some are balanced precariously in the back of his mind and will eventually fall over, but for now, it's the best he can do. Hopefully, when everything comes spilling out again, it won't be nearly this bad.
After a couple more slow, deep breaths to make sure he is well and truly back to himself, Ignis curls his fingers under and lightly taps Nyx on the chest with his knuckles.]
I know you do. You're still good at that, even after all this time. I thank you for it.
[Of course, Nyx has his own traumas to keep at bay with such tactics, ones that didn't go away just because the teenager he'd been asked to spend time training had been pulled away to attend to his own duties. Who knew that when they met again, live-altering trauma would be one more thing they'd have in common.]