Tony's smile brightened hearing Pyra's name. It did his heart good to learn she was viewed so fondly by Noct's family. She deserved nothing less. "You couldn't have asked for better than her," he agreed. He wondered if she had already started to change the way he thought too.
That thought was derailed by hearing the second daughter's name and it wiped away his smile. Wow, that had to make for an awkward family get together.
Regis might have thought it wasn't a good place to start, but Tony felt the warmth. There might have been a slight shift from Tony to lean closer to the younger father, but he'd never admit it. He wished he could feign surprise at hearing the good king was going to die, but he couldn't. He could, however, keep his features just as sympathetic as Regis was being to him.
"It isn't right." He put a hand on Regis' knee in support. It made him think about that hand and the glove he'd wear to finish his life's mission, how even for those seconds before- right before he appeared on the train platform- it had burned like nothing he'd ever felt before. Somehow, he was able to pull his thoughts back from that. "You have to hope the legacy you left behind is enough. Noct- or Noctis- as he wants to be called here-" Cue eye roll. "He isn't my biggest fan, but I hope he's taking advantage of the time he has with you now. And I'm sorry about your wife. What happened to her?"
To get support for being with Ignis was almost too much. He felt a wave of guilt that hit him so strongly, he thought he might be ill. "I did the best I could," he said, though he couldn't look at Regis while he said it. He thought he was speaking the truth. Mostly. Except for completely and utterly failing him. He'd been unable to help as the younger man clearly got more and more lost in his fantasy world no matter what Tony did. Wasn't that pretty par for the course in his life though? How many things had he done that had been well intended and he'd brought so much pain instead? "I tried," he added, belatedly and completely unaware he'd let any time pass or emotion show in between those two answers.
It was easier to focus on this other Ignis. He frowned, but nodded. "I'd only heard there was one, but I hadn't heard anything about him. That's very strange. Honestly, I can't imagine a version of Ignis that wouldn't want to be at Noct's side." His Ignis would've said it was for duty, but Tony knew the real reason. "I hope we can continue to be friends. It's not this Ignis' fault that my relationship with him is so complicated. Anytime you go through a break up you're more sensitive to those mannerisms and such. It's a way to distance yourself from them too." It was better than remembering how much he loved that wonderful, four-eyed, bastard.
He listened, slightly in awe of Regis' view on love and those who had touched his life. "Are you sure you're only thirty? You're wiser than most immortals I know."
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That thought was derailed by hearing the second daughter's name and it wiped away his smile. Wow, that had to make for an awkward family get together.
Regis might have thought it wasn't a good place to start, but Tony felt the warmth. There might have been a slight shift from Tony to lean closer to the younger father, but he'd never admit it. He wished he could feign surprise at hearing the good king was going to die, but he couldn't. He could, however, keep his features just as sympathetic as Regis was being to him.
"It isn't right." He put a hand on Regis' knee in support. It made him think about that hand and the glove he'd wear to finish his life's mission, how even for those seconds before- right before he appeared on the train platform- it had burned like nothing he'd ever felt before. Somehow, he was able to pull his thoughts back from that. "You have to hope the legacy you left behind is enough. Noct- or Noctis- as he wants to be called here-" Cue eye roll. "He isn't my biggest fan, but I hope he's taking advantage of the time he has with you now. And I'm sorry about your wife. What happened to her?"
To get support for being with Ignis was almost too much. He felt a wave of guilt that hit him so strongly, he thought he might be ill. "I did the best I could," he said, though he couldn't look at Regis while he said it. He thought he was speaking the truth. Mostly. Except for completely and utterly failing him. He'd been unable to help as the younger man clearly got more and more lost in his fantasy world no matter what Tony did. Wasn't that pretty par for the course in his life though? How many things had he done that had been well intended and he'd brought so much pain instead? "I tried," he added, belatedly and completely unaware he'd let any time pass or emotion show in between those two answers.
It was easier to focus on this other Ignis. He frowned, but nodded. "I'd only heard there was one, but I hadn't heard anything about him. That's very strange. Honestly, I can't imagine a version of Ignis that wouldn't want to be at Noct's side." His Ignis would've said it was for duty, but Tony knew the real reason. "I hope we can continue to be friends. It's not this Ignis' fault that my relationship with him is so complicated. Anytime you go through a break up you're more sensitive to those mannerisms and such. It's a way to distance yourself from them too." It was better than remembering how much he loved that wonderful, four-eyed, bastard.
He listened, slightly in awe of Regis' view on love and those who had touched his life. "Are you sure you're only thirty? You're wiser than most immortals I know."