[ Noctis tells him simply, entirely devoid of emotion. He tries to smile, of course, but it never really comes. It's false and unnatural and fleeting, like he's grasping for emotion and is coming up short. Absently rubbing a hand over his arm where the cold is creeping up, squeezing gently as if he could will warmth into his skin, he realizes he can't.
Oh, well.
He shrugs, but leaves his hand there. He hasn't seen Prompto in awhile, but here he is again, coming back to him. He wonders where Summer is, but Prompto doesn't look distressed, so perhaps she's safe somewhere? ]
You're yourself again.
[ He says simply, tilting his head at him. It's odd how Noctis can pick the play of emotions that flicker across his face, but can't quite find himself able to replicate any of them. He's concerned, Noctis knows objectively, but objective thinking is all he can manage presently. Weird? Definitely weird. He doesn't pull away when his cheek is patted, and he murmurs. ]
I'm not really tired. [ He pauses. ] I was upset you lost your color, before. [ He pauses. ] At least, I think I was. I don't remember what that feels like.
no subject
[ Noctis tells him simply, entirely devoid of emotion. He tries to smile, of course, but it never really comes. It's false and unnatural and fleeting, like he's grasping for emotion and is coming up short. Absently rubbing a hand over his arm where the cold is creeping up, squeezing gently as if he could will warmth into his skin, he realizes he can't.
Oh, well.
He shrugs, but leaves his hand there. He hasn't seen Prompto in awhile, but here he is again, coming back to him. He wonders where Summer is, but Prompto doesn't look distressed, so perhaps she's safe somewhere? ]
You're yourself again.
[ He says simply, tilting his head at him. It's odd how Noctis can pick the play of emotions that flicker across his face, but can't quite find himself able to replicate any of them. He's concerned, Noctis knows objectively, but objective thinking is all he can manage presently. Weird? Definitely weird. He doesn't pull away when his cheek is patted, and he murmurs. ]
I'm not really tired. [ He pauses. ] I was upset you lost your color, before. [ He pauses. ] At least, I think I was. I don't remember what that feels like.