There was nothing but relief at the realization that Dante simply had not changed. He remembered the days of his youth, the blissful couple of years when they had lived and thrived in Insomnia before all had come crashing down. They had then, been the shining promise of a future– but one man had seen it all torn down in his machinations.
The gods all but aided him.
“Ardyn… and the Astrals. For all they’ve done–” He said lowly, breath against his husband’s lips.
And no, they were neither of them the types to get terribly emotional– but here he was choking up a bit, feeling as though he had never been so grateful to feel arms around him in his life. Dante had never been fazed by anything, though he didn’t even want to think about how he’d have felt after what happened in Gralea. At least– he’d been there for the others.
“The guys– I want to see them. I want. To know that we’re all ready to fight.” He wanted to rest there against Dante’s strong frame forever but– they were still out in the open and demons were a constant presence in this world of blackness, obviously.
“Everything I missed. Tell me everything.”
Dante lifted a hand and rest it against Noctis’ cheek, running a calloused thumb over the stubble that had grown in over the last ten years. He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit to himself. He never thought someone as babyfaced as Noctis had been when they had met could look so wonderful like this. So rugged and... dare he say, regal.
He was really growing into his own- even was starting to look like the late King Regis.
He felt his heart clench in his chest at the mention of the monster he’d been chasing ever since Noctis was taken. He knew he was a hypocrite for it- a daemon chasing a daemon. But he told himself it was different. He had to believe it was different, despite how much Ardyn toyed with him and the others.
He’d done his best to keep up with everyone as they all separated with their own tasks. Met up every now and then to catch up, discuss new finds or leads on situations that needed handled. Would even sometimes join forces against bigger groups.
But it was never the same.
“Of course. They’ll be happy to see you home. Come on. Let’s get you to Hammerhead and get a good meal in you. Hell, maybe even Ignis will cook something special.”
He pressed one last kiss to his lips before gently pushing him off in the direction of the service station, complete with a small smack on the ass, a smug expression creeping onto his face.
“I assure you, though. They are ready.”
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