Oh gods it is way too early for this much anxiety.

Noct doesn't pinch his boyfriend but he does reach out and put a hand on him, urging him to sit back down and stay put. At least long enough for Noctis to yawn and scrub at his eyes with his other hand. After a few more blinks he squeezes Prompto's arm.

"If it were a dream I wouldn't still be this tired." But Noct drags himself up so he's sitting upright at least, leaning back against the headboard of the bed and patting the rough material of the "mattress" between his legs. "Ugh it's so early but... open the curtains then come here, let me actually take a look."