[ Noctis licks his lips, consciously trying to get the grease off them before he gently snags his hand, drawing it up to press a thoughtful kiss to his knuckles. He doesn't comment on it, not really, and he knows this is something they have to work on together. Despite the chaos all around them they still have issues of their own to mend. ]
I love you.
[ He says instead, because it's more true than anything else, and it will never change. It'll just take longer before Noctis can trust that he will stay for this. ] Think we should just wrap up the wings for tomorrow?
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I love you.
[ He says instead, because it's more true than anything else, and it will never change. It'll just take longer before Noctis can trust that he will stay for this. ] Think we should just wrap up the wings for tomorrow?