I wasn't aware being royalty meant you were entitled to let yourself into the homes of your subjects.
[ He's being snippy and he knows it, but there's a part of him that is unsettled with Noctis being in his apartment, in finding him so easily. Being found (if they were looking for him) was an eventuality, of course, but he also had always sort of regarded it as something later.
To be found so quickly either meant that he'd been even worse than he thought at maintaining a low profile and word got back, or, Noctis had actively spent a great period of time looking for him. The latter was scarier than the former. The latter was another reminder that they had something, back then. Enough that Ardyn used him against Noctis and that Noctis would break into a potential stranger's house to confirm this.
Noct's in the chair he hangs his jacket on, and for a moment he pauses. He's never hung it on the other chair before, never needed to count that number of steps to make sure he didn't run into anything. Irrationally, he's angry at Noctis for the disruption, the sudden uncertainty. That's swallowed down a moment later and he uses his hand to guide him to the other chair, settling his jacket down delicately with minimal struggling. ]
You're welcome. I'm sorry for trying to kill you.
[ That...seems inadequate, but it's reflexive. It's a peace offering, maybe. ]
no subject
[ He's being snippy and he knows it, but there's a part of him that is unsettled with Noctis being in his apartment, in finding him so easily. Being found (if they were looking for him) was an eventuality, of course, but he also had always sort of regarded it as something later.
To be found so quickly either meant that he'd been even worse than he thought at maintaining a low profile and word got back, or, Noctis had actively spent a great period of time looking for him. The latter was scarier than the former. The latter was another reminder that they had something, back then. Enough that Ardyn used him against Noctis and that Noctis would break into a potential stranger's house to confirm this.
Noct's in the chair he hangs his jacket on, and for a moment he pauses. He's never hung it on the other chair before, never needed to count that number of steps to make sure he didn't run into anything. Irrationally, he's angry at Noctis for the disruption, the sudden uncertainty. That's swallowed down a moment later and he uses his hand to guide him to the other chair, settling his jacket down delicately with minimal struggling. ]
You're welcome. I'm sorry for trying to kill you.
[ That...seems inadequate, but it's reflexive. It's a peace offering, maybe. ]