"Shh... I know, Prom." Noctis answered, still rubbing his back. "I know." He affirmed. Had a hard time talking about his own time; his little one-on-one time with their 'favorite' Chancellor. And Shiro saw some of it. They all saw some of it.

"If you need to, hide in our room." He said quietly, because that meant there would be a door between him and Clarus. "And I'm not gonna fight him, Prom. Just clear the air a bit." He knew Prompto didn't want anyone fighting over him. Knew his self-worth was even worse than before. Which was why he was gonna be sure not to escalate it if he could help it. For the sake of everyone in the housing district.

He pulled away just a little, so he could look into Prom's glazed over eyes with his own and brush his cheek with his thumb.

... They were close again, and that warm breath on his neck was-

He gently pressed his lips onto Prom's forehead. It ok, bb bro. He's got you.