( it is so hard to cuddle your husband when you've got a giant, watermelon sized belly jutting out your stomach. he tries for a second before just sighing, resigning himself to pulling up noctis' hand, pressing it against his cheek and nodding into it, eyes shut while he snuggles into him. he wants nothing more than to be at home, preferably naked, watching reality tv and drinking - a beer, maybe. he was never big into drinking before pregnancy, but being without the option for so long has really sweetened up his taste buds to it. )

Don't apologize. You were right. ( he hates the idea of hindering the mission, self-conscious about the whole affair now that he realizes what a complete monster he was to noctis beforehand. ) I love you too, Noct. More than anything.

( and if he doesn't want keith to hit the road, he can handle this ball for another hour or two. although - not in these heels. without skipping a beat, he kicks his shoes off, pantyhosed feet sitting flat on the ground.

ahh. much better. he already feels one hundred times less interested in crying. )

I'll stay, if I'm not getting in the way. Mission comes first.