(At least the embrace doesn't feel alien, like a robot who has only read about human interaction. Noctis is as human as everyone else around him, despite the expectations, those in school had, expectations Prompto knows aren't met simply because the prince has pursuits that wouldn't normally fit in with the royal image. But he also feels the same range of emotions.
Noctis is lucky. Aside from those who would live and die for the crown, he has three friends that will remain by his side no matter what happens. He's never said his thanks for that, always justifying that they know, or he has time to speak up. The words just never came because he doesn't know how to speak them.
Now, aside from the hug and the few words of comfort, Noctis' mind fails him on how to help. He can only keep his arms tight around Prompto. Maybe he should just let him cry it out.)
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Noctis is lucky. Aside from those who would live and die for the crown, he has three friends that will remain by his side no matter what happens. He's never said his thanks for that, always justifying that they know, or he has time to speak up. The words just never came because he doesn't know how to speak them.
Now, aside from the hug and the few words of comfort, Noctis' mind fails him on how to help. He can only keep his arms tight around Prompto. Maybe he should just let him cry it out.)
Why wouldn't I be?