Ignis' fingers move over his face and he smiles, a little sheepish but pleased at the familiarity of it. He'd changed so much over the years it had become something of a birthday tradition, just to see how much he'd changed.

"Well yeah. If you're younger then I've gotta be older." He reaches up, fingertips brushing lightly over the hair at Ignis' temple. "Gods I'd forgotten how much lighter your hair used to be."

The years of darkness had deepened the color of even Prompto's hair. Ignis' was so much darker it was a little uncanny seeing him so close to blond again. "What's the last thing you remember?"