Cornering Ignis for a conversation was both easier and harder than he'd anticipated. Talking was fine. Getting him not just sort of alone (enough to make out) but actually alone was all but impossible. And he used the excuse of the last dregs of water in the pipes to drag Ignis into the bathroom with him, plunk him down with water and a brush from Scott and demand a tight 'French' braid. (Seriously, Cee, what kind of place is a French?) Once his boyfriend had gotten it started, settled into the pace of it, he took a deep breath and had to admit his treachery.

"I actually dragged you in here so we could talk without Noct or anyone overhearing. Cause... I love you but... I'm kinda pissed at you right now, babe."