"Noct already had a hard enough time with an audience. I doubt he would have gotten through it if he had Prompto bouncing off the walls in the background."

Damn ADHD gremlin. (Affectionate)

"And I wasn't suffering. You make it sound like I was some forlorn waif draped over a chaise lounge lamenting my lost love or something," she rolled her eyes. Suffering. Gods.

She was quietly and stoically getting through her days.

And crying.

Inside.

Sometimes outside.

Noctis didn't need to know that, though!

"So what's the plan?" Nyx asked curiously, since he didn't expect it would just be the two of them cuddling on the couch for the next however long.

"I'm uh. Gonna have dinner with him. Tomorrow." She paused, then looked at Noctis. "At the Citadel."

Nyx let out a low whistle.

"Fancy."