[Somehow, the slow realization of Noctis being an otaku is not surprising.
Almost not as surprising as what the young man admits to him next.]
…You’re not?
[Markus keeps anything knowing out of his tone. Allows Noctis to take his own time with this, to say what he’s comfortable with. But throughout their conversations, even throughout their text exchanges, there were pieces to the story that didn’t quite add up. The heavy responsibility weighted on his shoulders. The habits and preferences that don’t align to the strict lifestyle a royal guard should adhere to. The careful sidestep of more than a few of his questions. The naming conventions of his world, versus his chosen network ID.
He’s no detective, but Noctis has left a line of logic that’s easy enough to follow for anyone observant. Even so—]
no subject
Almost not as surprising as what the young man admits to him next.]
…You’re not?
[Markus keeps anything knowing out of his tone. Allows Noctis to take his own time with this, to say what he’s comfortable with. But throughout their conversations, even throughout their text exchanges, there were pieces to the story that didn’t quite add up. The heavy responsibility weighted on his shoulders. The habits and preferences that don’t align to the strict lifestyle a royal guard should adhere to. The careful sidestep of more than a few of his questions. The naming conventions of his world, versus his chosen network ID.
He’s no detective, but Noctis has left a line of logic that’s easy enough to follow for anyone observant. Even so—]
Then what was it you did?