@hebranded : for once he says nothing as he approaches his friend, and instead, he just carefully encloses his arms around him. they both need this, but maybe in this moment, noctis needs it just a tiny bit more.
Emotions were... hard.
He wishes there was some more eloquent way of putting that, that there was some fantastical poetic way to string together words to show how he felt as of late / this blinding wish to show the people around him there was a tumultuous sea bubbling within him && he couldn’t seem to escape it’s pulling waves, tugged beneath the water too often with an ever growing fear one day he would not resurface.
Perhaps that’s why when he is pulled close he is reduced to silence, expression ( hidden in the other’s shoulder ) that of wide eyes && open mouths, with a touch of tears welling up - but it happens so fast it takes him by surprise too, like he hadn’t been expecting any reaction at all to come from him.
Rather than try to speak, or return the embrace, he allows Prompto to hug him, encircled within his arms, allowing his friend to both offer and take comfort even if just for a little while. It was better than nothing out here; it was, he thought, all they could get. But all too quickly he draws the moment to a close, putting a respectable distance between them.
He turns his head away. Whatever he’s feeling will never be seen. He sorta feels like it’s better that way. “We should get going, dude.”