Honestly, Noct begins to smile at first, glad to see his friend has come to trust Ignis and Gladio both enough to talk himself out of some of his anxieties. But the spike in Prompto's nerves is almost palpable as he begins to stammer a little.
I'm dating both of them. It's such a wild incongruous thought that Noctis almost laughs. It just seems so absurd. Not because Prompto isn't amazing but because the idea of Prompto ever getting the nerve to ask someone out is bizarre. Especially someone he thinks is so much cooler and badass like Ignis or Gladio. But that his soft sweet boyfriend could ever be the type to be a cheater? Not a chance in hell.
The more he goes on the more clear that becomes. He'd been alone for so long, he'd thought Noct wasn't coming back. Prompto's issues might be very different than Noct's own but he could definitely see how that would break him, send him spiralling into depression, maybe some kind of manic self-destruction. Noct can't really blame him for reaching out for others in that situation. Is glad he allowed himself that, really.
But there's still.... that isn't what happened. It was some weird computer sim thing? That is even more confusing. There's so much that doesn't make sense and that he needs to address here but there's a part of him that just wants to curl up and sulk, to stew in the stinging ache in his chest and the roiling jealousy beneath it.
Noctis relaxes, slumps back onto his stomach, reaches out to snatch one of those down pillows and bury his face in it for a long moment. Some of that sting is soothed by the fact that it wasn't immediate. It took years and something upending their existence. It wasn't like Prompto just jumped Gladio the moment Noct was out of the picture. (Could he really blame him if he had though?)
Just because he can't process all of this and look his boyfr -can he even really still say that?- Prompto in the eye doesn't mean he wants him to leave. Noctis knows the blond well enough to know that he will take this as some form of rejection the longer and more quiet he is so he threads their fingers together, squeezes his hand and keeps Propmto's arm around him. Gradually, though he lets out a long breath and finally speaks, words muffled in the pillow.
"You can't lie for shit so I'm.... assuming they both know?"
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I'm dating both of them. It's such a wild incongruous thought that Noctis almost laughs. It just seems so absurd. Not because Prompto isn't amazing but because the idea of Prompto ever getting the nerve to ask someone out is bizarre. Especially someone he thinks is so much cooler and badass like Ignis or Gladio. But that his soft sweet boyfriend could ever be the type to be a cheater? Not a chance in hell.
The more he goes on the more clear that becomes. He'd been alone for so long, he'd thought Noct wasn't coming back. Prompto's issues might be very different than Noct's own but he could definitely see how that would break him, send him spiralling into depression, maybe some kind of manic self-destruction. Noct can't really blame him for reaching out for others in that situation. Is glad he allowed himself that, really.
But there's still.... that isn't what happened. It was some weird computer sim thing? That is even more confusing. There's so much that doesn't make sense and that he needs to address here but there's a part of him that just wants to curl up and sulk, to stew in the stinging ache in his chest and the roiling jealousy beneath it.
Noctis relaxes, slumps back onto his stomach, reaches out to snatch one of those down pillows and bury his face in it for a long moment. Some of that sting is soothed by the fact that it wasn't immediate. It took years and something upending their existence. It wasn't like Prompto just jumped Gladio the moment Noct was out of the picture. (Could he really blame him if he had though?)
Just because he can't process all of this and look his boyfr -can he even really still say that?- Prompto in the eye doesn't mean he wants him to leave. Noctis knows the blond well enough to know that he will take this as some form of rejection the longer and more quiet he is so he threads their fingers together, squeezes his hand and keeps Propmto's arm around him. Gradually, though he lets out a long breath and finally speaks, words muffled in the pillow.
"You can't lie for shit so I'm.... assuming they both know?"