[Noctis doesn't know what that means, if Prompto's going to be angry later, or hurt or disappointed, or if it doesn't matter because it is what it is (and what it is, is sad, and the reason behind his sharing it matters very little).
Instead of prying, he leans down against Prompto, chin to blond hair, tentative for just a moment before reaching up to hug him. Who cares about the rest? Prompto's hurting right now, and this sucks, and he doesn't want to die or have his impending doom cause this kind of pain. The truth is out now, though, so all he can do is try to ease that pain.]
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Instead of prying, he leans down against Prompto, chin to blond hair, tentative for just a moment before reaching up to hug him. Who cares about the rest? Prompto's hurting right now, and this sucks, and he doesn't want to die or have his impending doom cause this kind of pain. The truth is out now, though, so all he can do is try to ease that pain.]