Noctis let himself be held for a moment, afraid to turn his head and open his eyes to find that the other would disappear. Just another cruel attempt at comfort from the gods. Yet that didn't make sense with that last glimpse.

...not alone. I'm here...

Noctis pulled away, gently, and only enough so that he could turn. If or when he did, he gently wrapped his arms around Prompto, fingers grasping at the leather jacket.