He's tipsy but he recognizes Noctis is sharing a dream with him. Shiro shifts and wraps an arm around his shoulders and leans in a little. "Hey. As a man who grew up in a world with no borders...that's a wonderful thing to imagine and want to have." But...will Noctis see it happen? Grief cracks through the ice he'd placed over it and he grips Noctis shoulder a little tighter before forcing his hand to relax.

"I think Eos can achieve it. I truly believe that. If we can put aside all our wars and infighting. So can you. Then you'll mix so much it won't even matter. Everyone will have ties to everywhere." If his voice is a little softer than usual he'll blame it on the booze.

"Speaking of that...any time you need it. Hunk and I will always welcome you at our house. Any of you or your people. You're my friend, and...I want to do all I can to help you."