"Maybe, but I've got this." He offered a tired, weary smile and clasped his hand tightly as he pulled him to his feet.

Prompto couldn't resist, he wrapped his free arm around Noctis. Apparently he wasn't done hugging him, unless he slipped out of his grasp, in which case he'd find a back up plan for showing his affection.

"So uh, sorry I knocked you over?"