"You, needing to rearrange your apartment so badly that you miss dinner?" Ignis counters, still refusing to turn around. "Dinner with Noct as well, when he loves you and you love him in turn?" Calm. He's calm. He is going to calmly handle these fruits and not bruise them, or worse.

This isn't his best idea. It's not even a particularly good one. He knows that. But what else is he supposed to do? He needs to do something.

"If you are really so concerned about my own actions, then you needn't worry. I'm fine."

This is not true, but he'll make it true if he's just given a minute.