That odd mix of a thrill, as if you're doing something illicit despite it really not being, perhaps a little terrifying, depending on what sort of parents you have and who you've brought home, but mostly, immensely satisfying.

[ Certainly paparazzi could hear that they're here at Gladiolus' and take a photograph and it would be damning, but the odds of that are slim to none and most of the curtains are closed anyway. If anyone needs anything from them, they'll call; they all have their phones on them.

It's not strange for the four friends to spend time together and it wouldn't be strange to him and Noctis leave tonight or tomorrow morning because they've also done that before. Tomorrow, he'll go in. Talk to the people he needs to talk to after he's made a list and ensured that he's familiar with everyone on it, and get this moving forward. They can at least start setting the ground work.

Beside them, Prompto and Gladiolus aren't in any danger of paying attention to what they do, so Ignis keeps his hand on Noctis' knee and considers the question. ] I honestly think there's a high probability that we were. Worse, perhaps.