[ All flustered entertainment aside, Noctis starts to simmer down when Rosalind clarifies. His shoulders slack a bit, gaze staring at her rather wide-eyed when everything she says makes too much sense, but falling to something somber again as he looks away and down to the floor.
He can't be absolutely positive that this is what's going on. Prompto might as well be his first friend, so how is he to know that this is just how he feels for the first close companion he's ever had? There's nothing to compare to. And his head hasn't exactly been in the right place lately. ]
Mmfh.
[ He rubs his face, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. ]
Okay, so... Let's say in a hypothetical situation.
[ A shrug with one shoulder, a forcibly aloof expression and tone: ]
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He can't be absolutely positive that this is what's going on. Prompto might as well be his first friend, so how is he to know that this is just how he feels for the first close companion he's ever had? There's nothing to compare to. And his head hasn't exactly been in the right place lately. ]
Mmfh.
[ He rubs his face, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. ]
Okay, so... Let's say in a hypothetical situation.
[ A shrug with one shoulder, a forcibly aloof expression and tone: ]
That's what's happening. Then what?