[His hand lightly squeezes hers, gaze drifting low to focus on their joined fingers as he considers the question.]

I knew it was wrong, but... I guess I must've been scared of that happening. That something would change, and we couldn't go back to how we were before, because I had to open my big mouth and screw it up, again.

[He'd done that one the train, said horrible things to Prompto thinking he was Ardyn, and after they'd lost him - after Noct ruined everything and hurt him like that - he'd been so afraid that things between them were irreparable. Prompto had forgiven him though... so easily. Joked about it, smiled like everything could go back to normal. Nothing had given Noctis more comfort than that moment, especially after the hell that had been Gralea from start to finish.]

I trust him, though. I should've trusted him, I know him better than that. He's not the type to let this kind of thing stop him from doing what he wants.

[And for some inexplicable reason it seems that Prompto still wants to be his friend, so... Noctis won't question that. Not ever again.]