"I know it. She..." If they'd had this argument once, they'd had it a thousand times. Because there were far worse thing Ravus put himself through than a few nights in the woods. Things she yelled at him for. Things she cried into his shoulder for. "Well, I'm sure you were privy to many of her frustrations with me."

When he's poked, Noctis at least gets some reaction. It's a long huff of breath where he's clearly trying not to make any other sound. He may no longer be a teenager, but he has to keep some semblance of dignity. Only he's too tired to keep that entirely stone expression he used to be so good at.

"Stop that." Said with so little authority.