[ He busies himself on the short walk with fussing at his hair, pinching at a lock here or there to smooth them down. A vain habit, and, on some occasions, a nervous one. When Noctis is given the option of choosing a spot to sit, however, he chooses to perch on the opposite end of that couch on its arm, bare feet planting on the cushion so he can face him.
It's not the back of a car but he'll treat it like one. ]
"Lingering"... [ It's a bit of a scoff; that's hard to hold back completely. ] That makes it sound like talking about it makes that stuff go away.
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It's not the back of a car but he'll treat it like one. ]
"Lingering"... [ It's a bit of a scoff; that's hard to hold back completely. ] That makes it sound like talking about it makes that stuff go away.