If he were to sit next to Ignis, no sleeping ever would be achieved. There's a soft sigh as he settles in behind his advisor, slipping down a bit in his seat and catching a glimpse of Ignis' eye in the rearview mirror. Seriously, someone bless this man. He needs only good stuff in life to happen to him, not this... endless travel into the unknown.

Five minutes in and Noct already slips off into a light nap, his mind still focused on Ignis. And on gathering magic to heal up the headache. Yes, this will be fine. By the time they reach Hammerhead, he should be a bit better.

The music makes him open one eye for a second, but he closes it again and leans on the palm of his hand when Ignis turns it off again.