...It's never easy to have one's insecurities exposed. Even in the presence of people who would never dream of holding them against you.

[He fiddles idly with the blankets, watching the chocobo chick a minute, then shifts and moves it a little so that the sight of it is partially obscured behind the positioning of his legs — a slight little correction designed to help make it just marginally less visible to a stray glance.]

Noct seemed to contend with his own well enough, which...only suggests that he's thought about them on his own often enough that hearing them again like that didn't do much to affect him. He seemed more upset by the ones that targeted me, than himself.