"Ignis!!!" The sheer enthusiasm in his name might make it easier to recognize the boy in the man in front of him. And the fact that, there isn't even a moment of shuffling to indicate steps taken. One moment he's a respectable distance away and literally the next breath Talcott is throwing his arms around Ignis.

And he can't really feel it.

It's so similar to the weeks he spent alone and so distantly attached to his own body that between seeing Ignis again for the first time in long long months and the nauseatingly numb feelings his body is conveying it's all he can do not to cry right then and there.

Registering that this is not the Ignis he remembers is so not even on his radar right now.