[ Noctis is busying himself with preparing his dinner. Since he'll be eating alone tonight, he settles with leftovers. He calls over his shoulder while he does that. ]

Better than it being on the floor.

[ Says the one who's clothes are almost always all over the place.

He turns around when Prompto appears with his backpack. Noctis leans against the counter, still feeling a bit off. But he's going to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself. He's still pretty convinced that Prompto knowing anything close to what Noctis is feeling might scare him off. He doesn't want to risk it right now. ]

Yeah, he's cool here. Don't worry about it.

[ A beat. ]

You coming over at any point after that?