"Doesn't sound so crazy now, does it? Turning into dragons?" Prompto murmurs, watching and listening and feeling the way Noct's body responds. "Okay, fine, it still feels crazy. Still...If you saw a big fluffy bear-dragon-thing, and now you got fluff on you, and I saw a big metal spikey thing, and I got spikes...What else are we supposed to think? Guess the Charlie guy wasn't nuts?"

Prompto gets an idea. "Hey. Turn all the way around for me. My turn."

If, or whenever Noct does so, and Prompto settles in to being behind him, he will lean forward and plant a few oh-so-gentle kisses right atop the fuzzy spot, circling his arms around Noct's shoulders to twine their fingers on both hands together. He gives them a squeeze, and one last kiss to top things off.