[ The unflattering gaping with his mouth wide open apparently isn't going to be stopping any time soon, because what Ignis says makes zero sense. Why is Ignis apologizing? Oh, right, maybe because Noct's gaping like an idiot. That would do it.

He lunges forward, awkard in his attempts to throw himself closer to Ignis and clear up the misunderstanding all without doing something unforgivably dumb like accidentally headbutting Ignis. Yeah, that would suck, and probably Ignis is hungover enough to start throwing up again, which... yeck. No, that's not what he wants to do.

Noctis manages to just invade Ignis's personal space in the more normal way and grabs for one of Ignis's hands. He looks up at Ignis through the veil of his bangs, messy from sleep, still a little shellshocked with the revelation but earnest, entreating. ]

No! That's, shit, I'm really bad at this. You don't have to apologize. [ He flounders for a second, but he hates that awful, blank, formal look on Ignis's face. He hates that little crack in Ignis's voice, like Noct's hurt him. Better to just put it all out on the table and make an idiot of himself than leave Ignis like that. ] Me too. I've got, uh, totally inappropriate feelings for you, too.