(Normally, Noctis doesn't hug. It isn't that he doesn't care for his friends. They mean the world to him, and he's finally able to admit that he loves them, but physical affection doesn't come without struggle.
It's ridiculous for a lot of reasons. How is he supposed to have sex to help with the experimentation if he can't hug a traumatized friend? Especially with his own guilt oiling the wheels.
For the first couple of seconds, Noctis can only stand awkwardly, more for his inability to return it so openly than because of Prompto.
But then his arms raise and wrap around him. Like a chain reaction, once the hug starts, it feels so much more natural than Noctis could have imagined. Near-instantly his own arms tighten and his head is over Prompto's shoulder - their heights match well. )
S'okay, I'm here now.
(It's so much more comforting than he normally allows himself to be, but they're words he should have said when he freed Prompto from his prison. His scant time in the crystal helped him see that. )
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It's ridiculous for a lot of reasons. How is he supposed to have sex to help with the experimentation if he can't hug a traumatized friend? Especially with his own guilt oiling the wheels.
For the first couple of seconds, Noctis can only stand awkwardly, more for his inability to return it so openly than because of Prompto.
But then his arms raise and wrap around him. Like a chain reaction, once the hug starts, it feels so much more natural than Noctis could have imagined. Near-instantly his own arms tighten and his head is over Prompto's shoulder - their heights match well. )
S'okay, I'm here now.
(It's so much more comforting than he normally allows himself to be, but they're words he should have said when he freed Prompto from his prison. His scant time in the crystal helped him see that. )