He let Noctis have his wrist, touching the tattoo he didn't let people see. It was less at tattoo to him, but a scar. A blemish he was cursed to have. He nodded sligthly.

"Yeah, no. I know. I know. I just...yeah."

He was at a loss for words, grateful that Noct hadn't recoiled or reacted with disgust. He would have understood. It made him nauseous to look at sometimes.

"You're right." He offered a small smile. "Wanna crash with me? Might help us get a little more sleeping done. I don't know but, I hear that."