"Yeah..." Noct sighs, leans himself more heavily against Ravus, using his weight to press the larger man into the couch a little. "I get it, I think. Sometimes hope just... hurts more." What he can compare it to is so minor, unlike Ravus. The only thing he'd ever given up hope on because it was too painful to keep waiting for something that would never come..... was Prompto.

But then they started high school and suddenly there he was, at his side instead of in the shadows and Noctis' world had been brighter than he'd known it could be from that day forward. There had been no saving grace for Ravus, no one to swoop in and remind him what it was like to want to live again. And especially without Luna-

His breath catches and he has to swallow thickly before he can trust his words, as well. Talking about her will always hurt, he thinks, but avoiding talking about her would hurt more. She touched too much in both of their lives. "Oh she'd kick both our asses for thinking like that though."