Noctis frowned at that answer, before scooting his seat just a little closer to Prompto. Enough that their elbows could brush up against each other. Bacon bun forgotten, his drunken brain solely focused on his best friend.

"You're important to me," he put a lot of effort into each word to make sure he didn't slur, before placing a hand on Prom's shoulder. "If it's enough to bother you, it matters."