Ignis had thought that taking Prompto was unwise at best, even if he did find himself enjoying his company. Prompto had slowly proven himself over the course of their journey. Now, he has no more doubts that Prompto belongs as one of them, and he's especially pleased about how far Prompto has come in such a short time.

He doesn't know about Prompto's fears of being alone, although he knows that the younger man tries perhaps a bit too hard to be liked. His thoughts can no longer consider could-have-beens, too exhausted by the present. Ignis's hands would have been full serving Noctis and relaying things between him and the king. Getting to know what Lunafreya liked in terms of cooking. All of that doesn't seem to matter now.

Not a lot seems to matter right now other than to keep moving from one moment to the next. It's all he can manage to do. Prompto makes it bearable.

"Thank you," Ignis replies quietly, letting Prompto take his old clothes without a complaint even as he notices the momentary hesitation and then walking over to where Prompto has been laying them out since the first time.

They're there, in all the same places, as always. He doesn't need to fumble for them for more than a few moments before he finds his boxer-briefs to put on. Amazingly, he manages to slip those on without making his towel fall off, only taking it off once he's covered. Ignis may be comfortable with Prompto, but not that comfortable.

"What did you pick out for me today?" Ignis asks more for idle conversation than anything.

He's not entirely sure if he cares how he looks anymore.