[ Noctis tenses. That she would send him instead of turning up herself is not good news. Tense, and fighting to rein in thoughts that have absolutely nothing to do with breakfast and everything to do with the man before him, he takes a seat. The coffee goes ignored -- that's usually Octavia's thing, anyway, and he pops the tab on the soda that's sitting by his plate. ]
All right. [ Dread coils in the pit of his stomach -- he's in no way prepared for this, for him. To deal with everything that's threatened to rear its head in his proximity. But he can't run from this, not anymore. ] What is it?
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[ Noctis tenses. That she would send him instead of turning up herself is not good news. Tense, and fighting to rein in thoughts that have absolutely nothing to do with breakfast and everything to do with the man before him, he takes a seat. The coffee goes ignored -- that's usually Octavia's thing, anyway, and he pops the tab on the soda that's sitting by his plate. ]
All right. [ Dread coils in the pit of his stomach -- he's in no way prepared for this, for him. To deal with everything that's threatened to rear its head in his proximity. But he can't run from this, not anymore. ] What is it?