( his eyes go up to the ceiling in thought, cheek sucked in for his teeth to gnaw on, before he carries on fixing their sandwiches, hopping from foot to foot. he knows his pregnancy has built in him this tendency to overreact, and he spends some time thinking over if that might be the case now, worriedly knitting his brows. making them snacks is a helpful distraction that keith nosedives into, licking peanut butter off the knife once he's done with it. )

Because.

( he scrunches his nose up, but inevitably sighs, palms flat on the counter as he looks up at noctis, a little intensely, but a little pleadingly, too. )

I know I don't know anything about being an heir to anything, and I know you have a responsibility to your country, but. ( he gestures to himself. ) You have a responsibility to your family, too. Right? Me and your unborn child. What am I going to do if something happens to you, because me and Black weren't there to protect you?