Noctis looked up at his friend, so completely worried and fretting... and smirked. Prompto, it seemed, forgot one thing. He's a ninja, and that only meant one thing in this scenario.

He silently pushed off the cabinet, wrapping his arms around Prompto's waist as he put weight into pushing them both away from the counter and, hopefully, closer to the hallway. Less likely to break shit and really be in for it.

Yeah. He's fine.