[ Words muttered quickly, easily waving off the matter of 'saving' any his elixirs. This is exactly what they're for, and he'd rather use it on others than himself. He's sturdier than the average person, even powered down like this, and considering the mood the other had been in moments ago, he thinks he made the right choice.
Once the particles clear up, Noctis tries to inspect the wound, only catching glimpses between Gaelio's fussing about -a cloth pulled out then pushed in again, the reaction not lost on him. He still feels like he's treading too far where he shouldn't have and doesn't know where to go from here. Cheering others up had always been Prompto's things, tending to wounds had been Ignis'. He hadn't really been left with a 'place,' only a role to fulfill that he can't even do at the moment, but it's not as though he can ignore or turn a blind eye to someone else suffering, knowing the extent to which that gnawing pain digs and digs. ]
I mean, you helped me out before...
[ Simple entertainment but also the gifts he'd left for him on Sunsu. They had some kind of rapport going even if it hadn't been ironed out completely.
His boot toes one of the flowers that had come loose from his earlier tantrum, wondering if this really is about loss and mourning. ]
I didn't thank you yet for the gifts. [ A small, quiet sound flees his lips, almost close to the start of a laugh. ] You saw right through me, didn't you?
[ Because it's easier to twist the conversation this way and that than nail in whatever's bothering him -easier to take his mind off it completely. ]
no subject
[ Words muttered quickly, easily waving off the matter of 'saving' any his elixirs. This is exactly what they're for, and he'd rather use it on others than himself. He's sturdier than the average person, even powered down like this, and considering the mood the other had been in moments ago, he thinks he made the right choice.
Once the particles clear up, Noctis tries to inspect the wound, only catching glimpses between Gaelio's fussing about -a cloth pulled out then pushed in again, the reaction not lost on him. He still feels like he's treading too far where he shouldn't have and doesn't know where to go from here. Cheering others up had always been Prompto's things, tending to wounds had been Ignis'. He hadn't really been left with a 'place,' only a role to fulfill that he can't even do at the moment, but it's not as though he can ignore or turn a blind eye to someone else suffering, knowing the extent to which that gnawing pain digs and digs. ]
I mean, you helped me out before...
[ Simple entertainment but also the gifts he'd left for him on Sunsu. They had some kind of rapport going even if it hadn't been ironed out completely.
His boot toes one of the flowers that had come loose from his earlier tantrum, wondering if this really is about loss and mourning. ]
I didn't thank you yet for the gifts. [ A small, quiet sound flees his lips, almost close to the start of a laugh. ] You saw right through me, didn't you?
[ Because it's easier to twist the conversation this way and that than nail in whatever's bothering him -easier to take his mind off it completely. ]