[It's hard to know if Noctis knows Nyx is there immediately, or if it takes a moment for the realization to dawn on him. Regardless, he reaches out with his mind once more. It's a tenuous thing.]
(I'm fine, you know.)
[He's seated on a bench, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Looking at the ground, grinding the heel of his shoe into the dirt much like a child would.]
You didn't have to stop by.
[When actual words are spoken, he turns his head to look where Nyx stands. Even if he isn't dressed in his Glaive uniform, he'd recognize the man anywhere just by the way he carries himself.]
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Date: 2017-07-05 08:59 pm (UTC)(I'm fine, you know.)
[He's seated on a bench, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Looking at the ground, grinding the heel of his shoe into the dirt much like a child would.]
You didn't have to stop by.
[When actual words are spoken, he turns his head to look where Nyx stands. Even if he isn't dressed in his Glaive uniform, he'd recognize the man anywhere just by the way he carries himself.]