[He could say something about saving the best for last, but his heart's not in it. There is no way to lighten this mood. Part of him wonders if Noct ever intended to tell him at all, without the threat of choking on flowers. And part of him wonders if he would have preferred it that way. Blissful ignorance didn't hurt so much.
So all he says is a quiet:] Oh.
[He moves close enough to clutch the sleeve of Noct's shirt and press his forehead into Noct's shoulder.]
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So all he says is a quiet:] Oh.
[He moves close enough to clutch the sleeve of Noct's shirt and press his forehead into Noct's shoulder.]