[That... isn't expected. Maybe it should be, with how much Noctis refuses to be treated special, to be treated like the royalty that he is. What irony is it, then, that he assumes Nyx only comes here out of some sense of obligation, some permanent shred of duty that'll never fade?]
Friend, huh...
[He's silent, but surprise and gratitude radiates outward. A singular warmth in a flood of grief and sadness.
Noctis is bold enough to give Nyx a little nudge with his elbow, grinning weakly despite himself.]
You're just trying to soften me up for running more laps in the morning.
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Friend, huh...
[He's silent, but surprise and gratitude radiates outward. A singular warmth in a flood of grief and sadness.
Noctis is bold enough to give Nyx a little nudge with his elbow, grinning weakly despite himself.]
You're just trying to soften me up for running more laps in the morning.