[ He can't just say, 'Your father was always focused on what was best for you because that delves a little too close into a sensitive subject, he figures, and he doesn't really want to tempt fate on that, despite feeling it to be true. He always cared about what was best for Noctis; now that they understood why he did what he did with the wedding, he'd understand if he couldn't approve of them together. That said, in a perfect world, Regis would have given his blessing and there'd be no need for Noctis to have been sent away to save his life. ]

I hope so. Your father was a good man. I think he would have wanted to see you happy, in whatever shape that took.

[ In a perfect world where Ardyn didn't exist, where Noctis didn't have to be gone for ten years, where everything didn't go to shit. This world, though-- this one, where Noctis is curled against him and it's this rush of new and familiar all at the same time, the one where Prompto and Gladiolus are sharing a beer, balancing it on Gladiolus' chest, this world is good, too. Noctis offers him a chip and he takes it delicately, before reaching out to grab his own, and offers it to Noctis. It's kale, but it's crunchy, salty, and not nearly as unhealthy despite the dried outside. ] Absolutely worse. I got downright complacent when we first started out, the sort of thing from nightmares. I couldn't keep my hands to myself. It's quite like now, actually.