@clypeusregis ; When was the last time you actually got some rest? [for noct c:]
It didn't seem like there was a good way to answer that question.
Their friends are always like this, Noct thinks, pensively staring down at their boots as though the answer lay in their feet somehow: say they're fine, get called out on it. Say they're not fine, forced to rest when they'd really rather keep travelling because wasting time is a pointless endeavor — yeah, this question, from Gladio especially, was a trap.
' Hell's it matter for? ' Okay, did they have to be rude? Noctis bites their lip and sighs, rubbing a hand through those messy locks of hair that could really do with a wash. And a comb. And maybe not laying in the dirt every night. Noctis, in the end, simply nudges his fist against Gladio's shoulder and shrugs. ' It's cool, man. We're burning daylight here. Or, uh... Moonlight, I guess. Jeez... '