"I'm bored," Noctis groaned, flat on his back in the tent. It was raining outside as it had been all evening. Ordinarily, this would mean a round of King's Knight, but their phones were on the last dregs of battery life after days of hiking in the wilderness. Their second-best option would have been a card game, but a mishap during one of Noctis's fishing marathons had taken away that option.

"Read a book," Gladio said, tossing one of his paperbacks at Noctis's head.

"Ow! Not all of us are into whatever historical epic-romantic whatever you're reading at the moment," Noctis grumbled tossing the book into the Armiger.

Ignis was about to suggest Noctis help go over their inventory and funds if he had such a dire need to keep himself engaged when Prompto sat bolt upright with a wide grin.

"Ooh, I got an idea!" He pulled something out of the Armiger and set it on the tent floor with a soft thump. "Ta-dah! We could play a drinking game!"

"Prompto," Ignis said looking over the bottle of high proof vodka he'd pulled out. "Where did you get the funds for that?"

"Psh, I didn't raid our budget, Iggy," Prompto said with a wave of his hand. "I sold off some bits and bobs I collected a while back. Sometimes you can find neat stuff near all those fishing spots. I figured it might be nice to relax and have a drink once in a while."

"I'm not sure we can really afford a night of drunken revelry," Ignis said, though it was tempting. They'd been working hard lately, pulling hunt after hunt to gather up a better buffer of money. And when they weren't doing that, they were looking for any hint of a royal tomb around them. It was wearing them ragged even when they weren't roughing it camping for over a week straight.

"Please?" Prompto asked with the puppy eyes that were far more effective on all of them than they would ever admit to Prompto lest he abuse them. "It doesn't have to be drunk-drunk, just like, a few shots?"

Gladio examined the bottle. "Vodka's crap, but you got a less shitty brand so, sure, sign me up. Noct?"

"Sounds better than staring at the tent ceiling," Noctis said.

Outnumbered three to one, Ignis sighed. "Very well, but we're not drinking straight vodka." He had a can or two of fruit juice in the Armiger to water it down with.

"Yes!" Prompto did a little seated dance. "Ok, what're we playing? Never have I ever? Buzz? Most likely?"

"Dude do you just have a list of drinking games you want to play?" Noctis asked.

"Uh, maybe if you'd have come to one of the parties in school you'd recognize them."

"Yeah, that was never going to happen back then and you know it."

Prompto pouted and Ignis and Gladio exchanged an amused look. Ignis pulled out juice and a carafe and started mixing the alcohol. "Well it's not like we can do the games with other props," Prompto said after a moment. "No cards. No cups and balls for beer pong. Not drunk enough for the games like Thump."

"I can't even remotely imagine what any of those games are with names like that," Noctis said with a yawn. "Hey Ignis, what game do you think?"

"Well, considering there's only four of us and we don't have props, games like never have I ever are probably the better choice. Although given how many shared experiences we have here…" Everyone grimaced. Between growing up together in the citadel to running around all of Lucis on this trip, Prompto would likely get them all drunk very fast on the sheer principle that he had more unique personal experiences that the rest of them lacked. But a game that involved talking was more or less a given. "How about… two truths and a lie?"

"Not truth or dare?" Prompto asked.

Ignis gave him a look. "With everyone's competitive streak and magic to fuel drunken shenanigans, I think not introducing the possibility of wild dares is the best option."

"Ok, yeah, fair enough."

Ignis still remembered a memorable occasion where Noctis got stuck on a roof when he was still new to warping thanks to one of Gladio's dares. They were not going that route. "Besides, two truths and a lie will be a good test to see how well we actually know each other."

Prompto sighed. "Dude, you guys all grew up together. Kinda rigged."

"And yet we have very little knowledge of your life," Ignis countered. "So if any of us has an advantage, it's Noctis for knowing all of us."

"Ooh, good point. Guess it works in the name of bonding." Prompto grinned. "Gonna know you guys better than I know myself at the end of this trip."

"Quite." This hadn't been what any of them expected when they left but leave it to Prompto to find a glimmer of brightness in the mess. "Here's how we'll play: we each have a cup, no more than two helpings of the drink to work with, and will take turns telling various facts and lies while the next person in the circle guesses which was the truth or lie. If they guess wrong, they take a drink, if they guess right, the person whose turn it was takes a drink. When you run out of alcohol, you're out of the game. Does this seem fair?"

"Geeze, Iggy, that's a lot of rules for a drinking game," Prompto says. "But sure, sounds great, gimme the booze!"

Ignis rolled his eyes and handed around glasses of vodka mixture.

Gladio sniffed it. "Smells more like juice than vodka."

"The point is not to have a debilitating hangover tomorrow," Ignis said drily.

"Ok, but those two are lightweights and I have an iron liver."

Ignis rolled his eyes again and added a shot to Gladio's cup. "Is that satisfactory?"

Gladio grinned. "Yeah, that's a bit more like it. Now who goes first?"

"Specs," Noctis said, sniffing his own cup with a wrinkle of his nose. "Since you chose the game."

"Very well." Ignis sat in their loose circle. Two truths and a lie… "I speak six languages, I stabbed a man when I was five, and I can do a backflip in heels." He looked pointedly to his left at Prompto.

"Damn, starting things out on hard mode," Prompto said with a grimace. "Uh… The flip in heels is the lie?"

Ignis smirked.

"Aw man." Prompto took a drink. He at least didn't seem to dislike the taste. "Wait, you can do a flip in high heels?" A beat. "You've worn high heels?"

Ignis kept smirking.

"Iggy!" Prompto groaned. "What was the lie?"

"He only speaks three languages," Gladio said. "He can read six. I don't remember you stabbing anyone when you were five though."

"It was an accident learning how to use daggers." Ignis's lips tilted into a real smile. "I never said I stabbed someone purposefully."

"None of you are surprised by the heels?" Prompto asked.

Noctis and Gladio exchange a look. "A bet," they said in unison. "Though only Ignis would take it as a challenge to master movement in high heels in general," Noctis added.

"One never knows if that skill might be useful," Ignis said. He wasn't exactly going to admit that he'd liked how they'd accentuated his legs.

"The more ya know," Prompto said. "Okay. My turn! Uh, lesse…" He tapped his cup absently. "My first kiss was with Jessia from eighth grade, I love cucumbers, and I have a whole USB filled with nothing but dog pictures."

Noctis pointed at Prompto. "The first kiss is the lie."

"Bzzzt," Prompto said.

"What? You'd have told me if you'd had your first kiss!"

"Dude, I had it before we were friends. Also, like, it went horribly and she never talked to me again so I don't really bring it up much."

"Wait, so either you don't have a USB of dog photos—which you totally do—or you secretly hate cucumbers? I thought you liked vegetables."

"I eat healthy cuz it's healthy not cuz I like all of it," Prompto said. "You should try it."

"Pass."

Ignis made a mental note to avoid giving Prompto anything with cucumber in the future. "Drink up, Noct," Ignis said when Noctis kept giving Prompto a look like he'd just destroyed one of the pillars of his understanding.

Noctis rolled his eyes and took a swig. "Whatever. Ok, Gladio. My favorite character in King's Knight is Toby, I once pet a cat that had ten toes on each paw, and I caught a two-headed fish one time."

Gladio raised an eyebrow. "That's not even hard. You'd have talked our ears off if you caught a two-headed fish."

"Eh, fair enough." Noctis took another swallow of his drink.

"You just want to get drunk, don't you?" Gladio said, amused. "My turn. I can bench a hundred and twenty kilos, on one of my camping trips I hiked forty kilometers in one day, and I once ate eight cup noodles in one sitting."

Ignis hummed, turning the numbers over in his head.

"You know," Prompto said, "I honestly would believe all of those actually happened. You're not normal."

Gladio snorted. "Thanks for the backhanded compliment."

"You're welcome."

"The hiking one is a lie," Ignis said after a moment. "I know your average bench press numbers and I remember you trying to prove something stupid with how many cup noodles you could eat in one sitting—and definitely remember you throwing them back up."

"Worth it."

"So the hiking distance has to be the lie."

"You would logic it out," Gladio said, snickering. "Yeah, you win." He took a drink. "Your turn again Iggy."

"Wait wait wait," Prompto said. "I'm not going to have to guess Ignis every time am I? He's like, way too good at deadpan for that."

"Hmm, you have a point," Ignis said. "Noctis and I can swap positions this next round and then you can swap with Gladio and by alternating like that we can keep things fair."

"You're making this way too complicated," Noctis said, but he obligingly swapped places in the circle with Ignis.

"It makes things more interesting," Ignis countered with a sharp grin. He had every intention of playing this game to win—by which he meant he intended to stay as sober as possible while watching his friends fall into drunken antics.

"Whatever, just get on with it," Noctis said with a sigh.

Ignis glanced at Gladio. Gladio was privy to far more of Ignis's private life than perhaps anyone in part because while he couldn't always talk to Noctis—because friend or not, there were still the occasional professional boundary lines—Gladio was someone who shared a responsibility in caring for Noct and as such someone who could commiserate over some of the worse aspects of their prince's personality. Still, he didn't know everything about Ignis's life. "My favorite knives are a gift from my uncle, I've always loved the taste of Ebony…" He pretended to put an extra second of thought into this, like he was hesitating over a lie. "One of my earliest memories is of reading a book."

He could see Gladio labeling the knife fact as truth; Ignis hadn't been subtle about his preferred weapon choice in combat and the topic had come up before. But Ignis was also banking on Gladio's association of Ignis and Ebony; he'd been drinking some form of coffee since his early teenage years, and for as long as he and Gladio had any significant interaction.

"As hilarious as the idea of baby-Iggy reading is, I'm calling that out as a lie," he said after a moment.

Ignis smiled triumphantly. "While not my earliest memory, I was reading full sentences by the age of three, so yes, it is one of my earliest memories. I actually detested Ebony the first time I tasted it and poured the can down the drain. It was only the lure of caffeine that ever got me to pick up another can."

"No kidding." Gladio didn't look the least upset by guessing wrong, but he was probably happy enough to be ingesting some alcohol. "Sometimes I think you pretty much run on the stuff like the Regalia does gasoline."

Ignis snorted. "It's not an inaccurate assumption." Thank goodness for caffeine for his overworked, frequently sleep deprived body.

Gladio took a larger-than-necessary swallow from his cup. "Right. So. I ran away from home when I was six, I tried to give Iris away when she was first born because she kept crying, and I can't float when I swim."

Noctis frowned. "I'm pretty sure everyone can float. That's swimming 101."

"Take a drink because I can't." Gladio grinned, then grimaced. "It's actually a downside to muscle. It's dense as hell and sinks more than my lung capacity can make me float. I can swim just fine, but it's kind of hell trying to tread water for long."

"Huh. You learn something every day," Noctis said taking a drink.

"Did you really try to give Iris away?" Prompto asked. "Because I can't see it."

"No. I mean I was tempted because she was the worst, colicky baby ever but I was old enough that I wasn't that impulsive." Gladio picked at the edge of his cup. "Now if I was a couple years younger at the time…"

"I remember hearing your dad complaining to my dad," Noctis said. "She was only quiet when she was asleep and even then that was almost never the first month."

"Yeah, I feel so lucky she grew out of that."

"Noctis's turn!" Prompto chirped. "Go easy on me, buddy."

"You wish," Noctis said, sticking his tongue out at him. "Okay. I've killed every plant I've tried to grow, I broke three priceless vases as a kid and told no one, and I set Iggy's first boyfriend on fire once."

"Noctis Lucis Caelum!" Ignis said, scandalized and more than a little annoyed. "That was you?!" Ignis had been dumped very soon after that incident.

"That guy was a jerk," Noctis said.

"I could have dumped him myself instead of the indignity of it being the other way around!"

"Uh," said Prompto. "I'm guessing that's not the lie."

Ignis huffed, and Noctis waited.

"Plants are the lie?" Prompto said tentatively trying to steer things back toward the game.

"Nope. Actually it was Gladio that set the guy on fire."

"Way to throw a man under a bus, Noct," Gladio grumbled. He held up his hands when Ignis turned his glare on him. "Hey, he's right. The guy was a dick."

"Gladiolus!"

Gladio leaned a bit away from Ignis, a sheepish grin on his face. "I mean, no one got permanently injured."

"Which of you ran off my next boyfriend, then?" Ignis demanded. Neither of them met his eyes.

"Uh," Prompto said again into the tense silence. "So… Iggy, you like dudes?"

And Ignis had the horrifying realization that Prompto didn't know.

"Oh shit," Noctis said. "Uh, sorry Specs…"

"It's fine," Ignis said, hoping that it actually was fine and this revelation hadn't just made their current close-quarters living arrangements strained. He'd forgotten for a moment, too comfortable with Noctis and Gladio being in the know, that not all of his friends actually had the knowledge that he was more interested in men than women.

"No, hey!" Prompto waved his hands frantically. "It's cool, I'm fine with it, shit, I wasn't trying to make things weird!"

"Prompto…" Ignis took a breath. "If this is—"

"My turn next," Prompto blurted over him and Ignis frowned, trying to cut in only to have Prompto keep talking over him. "I've only kissed girls," he said, which stung a bit considering what was just revealed, "I'm bi," oh, "and I've never, uh, never had a crush on anyone here," Prompto finished, his confidence draining into nerves. There was a faint blush on his face.

"Prompto," Ignis said softly, "you didn't have to do that."

"What, continue the game?" he said with a forced smile. "Uh yeah I did, we still have booze so…" His gaze pleaded for Ignis to play along.

And Ignis couldn't refuse considering his friend had chosen to out himself just to make Ignis feel less uncomfortable. "I take it the last one wasn't a lie," he said gently.

"You got me there." Prompto took a large swallow of his drink. His cheeks were pink and he couldn't meet anyone's eyes.

"Shit," Noctis mumbled. "…I wasn't trying to make this real, I just wanted to tease Ignis." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Full disclosure, you're not the only one who's had a crush on someone here, Prom."

Prompto's jaw dropped. "Wait, is Gladio the only one here that's straight?"

Gladio snorted. "I mean I'm mostly straight," Gladio said. "But if we were playing a game of never-have-I-ever, the only one of us who wouldn't drink to having a crush on Ignis is Ignis."

Ignis went bright red.

"There was more than one reason we didn't think your boyfriends were good enough," Gladio said with a snort of laughter.

"…Did either of you approve of any of them?"

"Uh, the one Glaive was okay but…"

Noctis finished for him, "You weren't into him half as much as he was into you."

Ignis pinched the bridge of his nose. He was going to have to reevaluate so many previous interactions with a new perspective.

"Wait, Prompto, is that why you keep taking ass shots of Gladio?" Noctis asked.

Prompto sputtered. "I do not take ass shots! Of anyone!"

Gladio laughed. "Uh, hate to break it to you but you kind of do. Don't worry, I don't mind."

"You take ass pics of Gladio, Ignis whenever he's doing acrobatics, and usually half of what you take of me is mid-warp."

"That's just because you're always warping, Noct," Prompto said, settling into an embarrassed pout. "And Iggy's usually doing backflips or setting something on fire like a boss so…" His shoulders hunched. "Also Gladio's always rushing in so of course I get pictures from behind in battle."

"Keep telling yourself that," Noctis said with a shit eating grin.

"Well," Ignis said, feeling vaguely uncomfortable and ready to finish the game, "I think we've learned enough about each other for one night."

"No, no," Gladio said. "Prompto's right. We still have booze. Also you and Noct haven't interacted yet and I haven't traded lies with Prompto." He swished his cup around. "Besides, we're still bored. Scared you'll get embarrassed more?" he teased.

Ignis rolled his eyes. "Not at all." It was just that if things continued along the current lines of affairs things could get complicated in ways that their trip didn't allow for. From the way Gladio gave him a teasing eyebrow wiggle, he was thinking along the same lines without considering the fallout. He sighed. Ignis was not going to let things run in even more flirtatious directions thank you very much. "Noct." Coming up with something for Noctis was about as hard as Gladio. On the one hand, Noctis could be unobservant. On the other, when he did use his powers of observation, they were uncannily accurate and stuck in his memory. "I choose to keep my accent," he said after a moment of thought, "I had tutors before I was chosen to train to be your chamberlain, and I hated cooking when I first started learning."

Noctis frowned. "I could see you keeping the accent because you like it and it reminds you of home. I know nothing of your life before you came to the Citadel more or less, and knowing you you're probably banking on that. So, weird as it is to think of you hating cooking, I'm calling the second one a lie."

Ignis smiled ruefully. It figured that he'd apply logic to it. "You're correct." He took a swallow of his drink and was pleased at its flavor, the alcohol a faint aftertaste on his tongue.

"If you didn't like cooking, why'd you stick with it?" Prompto asked.

"Because it's a useful skill," Ignis said. "Knowing it is an important life skill as well as useful for caring for others; it was non-negotiable to learn. It just took a bit of a learning curve to get good enough at it that it wasn't troublesome. Once I started looking at it as a puzzle made of ingredients it was a lot more enjoyable."

"You know, you're allowed to like or dislike something based on other things than usefulness," Noctis said with a slight edge to his voice like he was somewhere along the lines of sad and exasperated.

Ignis, of course, knew that. But when growing up with a large job to fill, there had never been much room for non-useful things. Even his hobbies were chosen to be practical. "I can also enjoy things that also happen to be practical," he pointed out. He liked languages. And while he couldn't say he liked cleaning, it gave him a sense of satisfaction. Cooking was similar. These days it was one part puzzle, one part challenge, and the satisfaction of an end result. Baking on the other hand… "I do enjoy baking though."

"Oh?" Noctis said.

Ignis smiled. He'd started because he'd hoped to make Noctis smile. And every time Noct ate one of his desserts and looked a bit happier, it had made Ignis happy. "I'd have to to make the same dessert over and over with slight changes for years."

"Wow, that almost sounds like you're accusing me of something," Noctis joked.

"Accuse? Never," Ignis said, grinning back. "I am surprised you never got sick of me trying though."

"They were good," Noctis said. "Even the worst of the failures. And they were…"

"They were?"

Noctis looked faintly embarrassed. "They were part of how you showed you cared so… it meant a lot."

More than the cleaning and cooking or giving condensed reports ever did if Noctis's embarrassment meant anything.

"And this is getting weirdly emotional," Gladio cut in. "I know Noct drank a bit, but you only took a sip."

Ignis rolled his eyes. "It's reminiscing and nostalgia, Gladio."

"Uh huh. Sure." Gladio gave him a look that had Ignis blushing slight enough that hopefully no one would notice. "Anyway, Noct, either you go or I'm going next."

"Fine." Noctis drummed his fingers for a moment. "I like traveling and helping people out. I don't like how crowded we are. I sometimes wish that things could always be this simple."

Ignis had the strong desire to give Noctis a hug, like he'd done when they were children. There was vulnerability and defensiveness warring under his attempted nonchalance and if they still had the sort of uncomplicated relationship that children had, he'd already have Noctis in an embrace. But they were adults and Noct might accept side hugs and slaps on the shoulder from Prompto and Gladio, there had been a wall of propriety between him and Ignis for a while. A wall that he should really start to take down. Propriety was pointless when there wasn't anyone left who would care.

"The second one is a lie," Ignis said softly.

Noctis smiled, lopsided. "Yeah." He took a drink.

"Aw, we like crowding you too," Prompto said, nudging Noctis with an elbow. "I mean, sometimes a little privacy would be nice, but honestly you can't feel lonely like this and that's been good."

Left to their own devices they weren't the sorts to spend every waking moment with another person, but they had been spending more or less that for months now. Ignis, if asked before their trip started, would have thought that they'd have gotten on their last nerve at some point or another, but they hadn't. There was quiet, introspective time on car rides, or brief moments at havens to break away from the group and have a private moment, but surprisingly they hadn't needed more than that so far. It was almost nice if Ignis didn't think about the circumstances. And for Noctis who had never really had enough time to spend with friends with his busy life… Well, Ignis, having a busy life of his own, could more than understand why the lifestyle they'd been living appealed.

"We can't forget our purpose though," Gladio pointed out.

"Dude," Prompto said, "I don't think any of us could no matter how many fetch quests people send us on."

"I'm just saying," Gladio grumbled.

"And I'm just saying that tonight's time to not think about the things that are always looming over us," Prompto said, pushing back more than he normally would. "Please? Like we're all strung out, that's why we gotta relax and recharge sometimes or we'll just burn out."

Gladio rubbed a hand down his face and took a drink even though it wasn't part of the game. "Yeah."

"I haven't forgotten," Noctis added in a quiet voice. "I promise."

"We're really missing the point to this game," Prompto said with a sigh. "Getting too real, guys. On that note, Gladio—Two truths and a lie. I've always wanted a pet, I bought my first camera with allowance money, and I am naturally a morning person."

Gladio took a second to switch gears but when he did he relaxed in a very deliberate looking manner. "Well considering how you go on about chocobos, I wouldn't be surprised if you always wanted one as a pet. And how you're friends with Sleeping Beauty over there, it's a mystery because you don't need coffee in the morning like Ignis and you don't sleep in like Noct. So, how'd you actually get your first camera?"

"I bought it with money from a part time job," Prompto said after taking a drink. "Technically I had a phone camera before, but I was kind of frustrated at the limitations and after taking a photography class… Yeah, I was hooked." He smiled. "So I saved up and bought this beauty," Prompto said patting his camera. "It's not like high end, but with multiple lenses and filters and a hella good zoom, it's a pretty dang good first camera, you know?"

"I commend your work ethic," Ignis said, though Prompto's work ethic had always been good, even if he and Noctis were enablers in indulging in their gaming interests at the expense of other tasks at times. Prompto had gotten decent grades his whole life, and worked from no prior combat knowledge to full-fledged Crownsguard, pulling his own weight on this trip purely because he cared for Noctis. It wasn't really surprising that he'd seen the goal of a nice camera and put the effort into getting it.

"Thanks, Iggy," Prompto said with a pleased grin.

"Now if only Noct had a bit more of that," Gladio joked.

"Of all of us, I think Prompto and I have the best work-life balance," Noctis shot back.

"Besides," Ignis added, "Noctis is hardworking. Unfortunately he just has a tendency to drop less pressing tasks in favor of immediate ones."

"Is this about not sewing the button back on my shirt? Because I'm going to sew the button back on my shirt."

"I've actually been impressed by how much help you've been with tasks like dishes and laundry," Ignis said, a bit mean to do, but it was a sore point between them. Then again, Noctis was more likely to drop what he was doing and help than Gladio. Prompto was fine if given directions at least. Goodness knew Ignis couldn't run every minutia of their lives no matter how much he wanted to.

Noctis groaned. "You're never going to let high school go are you?"

Ignis smiled. "If it was only high school, I would."

"He's got you there, dude," Prompto said. "You're kind of a trash master when you get distracted."

Distracted being anything from work, to a gaming binge, to one of Noctis's occasional depressive episodes. Ignis was sympathetic to the latter and exasperated by the former.

"It's Gladio's turn," Noctis said pointedly turning the conversation away from himself.

"Fine," he sighed. "I am a dog person, I kill houseplants no matter how I try to keep them alive, and I kind of wish I'd gone to college."

Prompto squinted at him. "This is the sort of thing I was worried about playing this. I have no idea which of those is a lie."

"Guess," Gladio said unhelpfully.

"Plants?" Prompto asked more than stated.

"Bzzt. I'm not a dog person. They're cute and all but they're high maintenance compared to cats."

"Harsh, dogs are great," Prompto said taking a drink. "They're loyal and hard working. Don't get me wrong, cats are adorable, but they'd abandon you for a sardine."

"Lies and slander," Noctis said.

"Dude, they're super picky and you fall for their begging every time."

"You feed every dog that looks your direction," Noctis countered.

"Uh, no, we've seen like three dogs and one of those is Dave's. You're the one busting out super expensive cat food. Anyway, we can all agree chocobos are best."

Noctis laughed. "I think it's just you there."

"Nah, chocobos are more useful and better fighters than either of them," Gladio said, "so they win in my book too."

"Why didn't you attend university?" Ignis asked.

"You think I'd have had the time? I don't know how you did it, honestly. I had my plate full learning everything I needed to protect Noct."

Ignis could see a small, guilty twitch from Noctis. Ignis's own university years had been…hmm, eventful. And the largest reason for his caffeine addiction. "Out of curiosity, what would you have studied?"

Gladio shrugged. "I dunno. I like history, and some of the stuff I've talked with Sania about's pretty cool."

"Oh yeah, you are friends with her aren't you?" Prompto said. "Are frogs really that exciting?"

"Okay, the frogs are just one of the things she studies," Gladio said. "Her greater research is on wildlife in general and you'd know that if you listened to what she said when we help her that she's been looking into the change in daylight and the increase in scourge infected wildlife—"

"Holy shit have you been hiding a nerdy side this whole time?" Prompto said with the expression of a man who'd just witnessed something life changing. "Gladio, are you a science nerd under all that muscle?"

Gladio frowned. "Could you not say it like that? Also, I haven't been hiding anything. I already know a lot about physiology from training, and nature is a thing I clearly enjoy as you guys love to complain about how I like camping. At least one of the books I've read on this trip was Sania's research."

"Well shit, man." Prompto downed the rest of his drink. "The more you know. I think we all learned something today." He blinked. "I should not have drank that all at once."

Noctis laughed. "So we're all on board to just drink now, huh?" He took a pointed swallow of his drink. "Might as well."

"Really?" Ignis sighed.

"Eh, let 'em," Gladio said, taking a drink from his own cup. "As you guys keep saying, we're trying to relax. Besides we were getting nowhere fast with the game."

"That's the point," Ignis said. "To not get drunk."

"They can't get that drunk," Gladio pointed out. "You made sure of it."

Ignis pursed his lips, but Noctis and Prompto were elbowing each other and laughing and no one was going to end up so inebriated they were hung over the next day. It was almost like back in Insomnia…

Gladio slung an arm around him. "Don't think too hard."

"I am trying not to but…" They hadn't really given themselves any proper time to grieve had they? One moment they were watching Insomnia burn and the next they were throwing themselves into seeking out royal arms and helping random strangers and going on hunts with barely any time to breathe because if they relaxed too much it might all fall apart. Ignis was used to setting how he felt aside, and so were the rest of them, but that didn't necessarily make it healthy. Noctis and Prompto could laugh like this, so they would be okay. But sometimes Ignis wondered if he would be. That if he ever stopped he'd pull himself back together again.

"Drink if you think it'll help," Gladio said softly under the shriek of Noctis engaging Prompto to an impromptu tickling fight. "If you think it'll be worse, leave it. Be in the moment, not the past."

"I know that," Ignis said. "I have been." But the game had been about the past. On automatic, he saved the alcohol from getting spilled all over the tent floor as the tickle fight got wilder. Gladio gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"How about we team up against them, hmm?" Gladio offered.

Ignis pushed the mess of feelings back to deal with another day and managed a smile that almost reached his usual standards. "Would that be fair?"

"Anything's fair in a tickling fight," Gladio said. "Noct or Prompto first?"

"Noctis; Prompto is easier to subdue."

"I'll get his arms."

"And I'll handle his feet."

Noctis and Prompto jumped when they entered the fight and Noctis yelped as Gladio caught him and Ignis exploited his weak points until he was gasping. Prompto laughed at his misfortune. At least until Ignis and Gladio shared a glance and turned to him, leaving Noctis to recover.

Later, much later, after more alcohol and Gladio ultimately emerging the victor of the tickle fight—he was only ticklish on his neck and that was hard to reach even when he wasn't guarding it—they collapsed into a comfortable pile of bodies, curled up around each other, propriety and personal space be damned. They needed this, Ignis thought hazily on the edge of sleep. The laughter. The contact. The reassurance that they were still friends and close even after—or perhaps because of—everything that had happened.

"I haven't done something like this in ages," Gladio said, breaking the silence. "Not since… Hell, I don't know. When I was a teenager?"

"Same," Noctis said.

"Do our elbow fights over racing games not count?" Prompto asked. "Because we did that less than a year ago."

"Yeah, but that's… different," Noctis muttered. "For one, Ignis joined in this time." He lifted himself on one elbow long enough to fake-scowl in Ignis's direction. "You're brutal, by the way."

Ignis laughed and had to stifle it on the nearest surface, which happened to be Noct's thigh. When the laughter ran out though, he felt a bit drained, happy and sad at the same time. "I don't think I've let go quite this much before."

"Eighteenth birthday?" Gladio countered.

"Mm, but not everyone here was present for that." And it hadn't ended in a cuddle-pile on the ground. This was much better and would hopefully have less hangover-induced nausea the next morning.

"Well we're all here now," Noctis said, and like that was all that needed to be said, they went quiet, just the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional shift of limbs as they got comfortable.

Ignis ended up with Prompto's head on his stomach and his own in Noctis's lap. Gladio was both Noctis's pillow and a heat source in how he managed to curl around Noctis and half of Prompto in the process. They were all going to wake up with limbs asleep and cricks in their necks, but for the moment it was all terribly comfortable.

Ignis drifted, letting the familiar sounds of his friends existing lure him toward sleep.

He was almost there when Prompto shifted against his chest.

"Ignis?" Prompto whispered, easily heard above the whistle-y start of Gladio's snores and Noctis's softer breathing.

"Mm?" When Prompto was silent, Ignis let a hand curl against his back, reassuring.

Prompto breathed out, relaxing minutely. "Do you think we'll do this again someday?"

Ignis hummed. They didn't have much downtime, though playing games happened when they did, but he knew that wasn't what Prompto meant. They'd all shared parts of themselves tonight and boundaries had been crossed in other ways too, or they wouldn't be curled up like this. But would it last beyond the morning?

Altissia loomed in their future and Ignis, for all that he would be glad to reach the city safely, equally dreaded it. It was one more step along some pre-destined path Noctis had laid out for him that only seemed to grow more burdensome the more Ignis let himself dissect what little he knew about Noct's fate.

No, Ignis didn't think that they would do this again. Not with this level of uncomplicated friendship, with their burdens as easily set aside. Those burdens only grew as days trickled by.

But he knew that wasn't what Prompto needed to hear though, so for the moment he pulled on comforting hopes instead of his more realistic fears.

"We will," he said, making himself sound sure.

"Promise?" Prompto asked.

He was so young, all of them were, but Ignis felt it in this fragile moment. All the more so because Prompto didn't come from a life where things were predetermined. He'd forged his own path here, and perhaps that made him the most driven out of all of them. But because of that, he didn't hold the same assurances. He didn't see that he'd forged his own bonds here or that they were just as strong—if not more—as anything Ignis or Gladio shared with Noctis. Or with each other truly.

They were all friends and more than by this point. Comrades. A family of a sort, the last that each other had.

Ignis wanted to protect that with all his heart.

"I promise," he said gently.

"Double promise," Noctis slurred, patting randomly in Prompto's direction. "Now go t'sleep."

Prompto stifled a giggle. "Back at you, dude." Noctis, apparently, fell truly asleep at that. Or perhaps he was already asleep and in one of his odd, in-between lucid moments.

"You're one of us," Ignis murmured, "and we're going to stick together."

"I'm holding you to that," Prompto said, getting comfortable again.

As Ignis relaxed again, letting sleep pull him under, his last thought was how lucky they were to still have so much in each other.