Ignis gives Gladio a nod of thanks for helping him persuade Prompto. Sometimes he's better at reading people than Ignis is, even when it is someone close to him like Prompto. With a hand wrapped around his waist, he guides him out of the Throne Room and to the Break Room that's just across the hall.

Whatever the state of the room is it doesn't matter in the hindsight. Ignis doesn't care, Prompto probably cares even less. He helps him sit down on the sofa he knows it's aligned next to one of the tall windows and then sits down himself next to him.

Silence.

It is more suffocating that the dust that is floating in the room. Ignis feels exhausted- body and mind and heart. Ignis takes off his visors to properly bury his face in his hands, a violent shudder going through him.