[Gods, what are they doing? Well, it's too late to question it now, they're way over the line and frankly? This just feels right. It shouldn't, and yet it does. He knows he's setting himself up for inevitable heartbreak, but for now, he's holding on tight.
After a moment, he pulls back again. Doesn't say a word. Simply takes Noctis' hand and leads him over to the sofa. (Not the bedroom. Not yet. Even though he so desperately wants it.)]
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After a moment, he pulls back again. Doesn't say a word. Simply takes Noctis' hand and leads him over to the sofa. (Not the bedroom. Not yet. Even though he so desperately wants it.)]
Sit with me?