[ The knock at the door comes but Noctis is rereading those messages once, twice, taking a few seconds longer before actually dragging himself up to answer it. Of course it's Markus, and if anything could make him feel stupider about potentially oversharing his problems it's the fact that he's actually armed with pillows. ]

Hey... I didn't mean to make you hunt those down or anything; I'm not that lazy.

... thanks. [ And not for the pillows. ] It's just--

I dunno. Thanks.