[From here because the Tumblrs and Iâm taking a few minutes to avoid work hi.]
Before Noctis had even finished asking, Prompto had stepped to the side, arm outstretched to welcome him in. âMy place is your place, Noct. Always. You donât even have to ask, dude.â Prompto would do anything for Noctis after all, minimal (if any) questions asked. Although, that wasnât to say he wasnât curious as to what led Noctis to his door.
âSo umm, not that I donât love you being around and all, buddy, but what are you doing here?â It wasnât like him to show up unannounced and alone at that. Something had to be up, unless Prompto was simply overthinking it and really that was just as possible.
The smile was soft, fleeting; more relief than anything, but grateful.  âThanks.â Noctis didnât hesitate to take the invitation, having shown up with nothing save the clothes on his back and his wallet, and even that was sheer luck. He probably should have grabbed his school bag or something, at least pretended like he was going to do something âusefulâ...
But he couldnât. And he didnât even want to pretend. A tighter, even more fleeting smile crossed his lips but not his eyes at Promptoâs question. He didnât want to get into it, really, didnât want to talk about his fatherâs health, even indirectly, with anyone because that would make it more real.  âGuess I âsnapped atâ someone who joked about the âroyal caneâ.â He simplified, eyes oh so casually averted as he rubbed the back of his head.  âIggyâs waiting for me at the apartment. Gladio might be with him, so... Just donât want to go back there tonight is all.â There. That was simple. Too little and far too much at the same time.
But he didnât want his friend to worry about it. Or to think about it too much.  âThanks.â He repeated quietly.
