Oddly, he... didn't mind it. Because it was a little closer to normal, and hopefully they could laugh about it soon. Yet just as Prompto was terrified of loosing him, Noct was terrified of losing any of them. And he'd do anything to protect them. Protect him, he found himself thinking, but blinked back those thoughts.

Noctis held him there for a while, letting his friend get it out of his system and gently running a hand down his back. Staring at the floor behind him as he did so.

He was beginning to hate silence, only broken up by choked noises and sniffles. But when he caught that apology, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Sorry I made yours wet, too." He replied quietly. Yeah, it was something, alright.