Noctis chuckled darkly at that,burying his face in Prompto's neck. "Yeah. You're damn right it sucks."

He held on all the tighter, trying to ignore how the emotions start to build up in his throat. Yet nothing he could say would make this ache fade. Knowing the cat's out of the bag helped slightly, but... it still hurt. Not nearly as much as Luna's death did, for him at least, but close to it. Though to see and hear Prompto like this was heartwrenching in a whole 'nother level.

How Noctis wished he could carry that on his own, but he was already breaking from the strain as it was.