[He leans forward a little, elbows pressed against his knees as if tugged in by an invisible wire, attentions hooked on what can only be read as Noctis’ melancholy. The line of his brow creases slightly, and his reply isn’t immediate.
His own experience with Carl was not “normal”, as applied to the usual relationship between father and son: an android gifted to an elderly man, and a connection that would grow from there. Thus he doesn’t want to sound presumptuous, to know exactly what the dynamic between Noctis’ and his own father was like, much less be able to know what it’s like to be royalty on top of everything.]
I don’t think that’s unusual. [He offers, unsure how helpful it is, but wanting to complete his thought regardless—] Busy or not, he was still your father. Of course you’d still want to spend time with him, even if you understood why that time was limited.
[Noctis is marred by the fallacies of youth (maybe Markus is, too), but he knows the young man to be perceptive, intelligent, and good-natured. Not wanting to encroach upon responsibilities of a king, how else could he act?]
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His own experience with Carl was not “normal”, as applied to the usual relationship between father and son: an android gifted to an elderly man, and a connection that would grow from there. Thus he doesn’t want to sound presumptuous, to know exactly what the dynamic between Noctis’ and his own father was like, much less be able to know what it’s like to be royalty on top of everything.]
I don’t think that’s unusual. [He offers, unsure how helpful it is, but wanting to complete his thought regardless—] Busy or not, he was still your father. Of course you’d still want to spend time with him, even if you understood why that time was limited.
[Noctis is marred by the fallacies of youth (maybe Markus is, too), but he knows the young man to be perceptive, intelligent, and good-natured. Not wanting to encroach upon responsibilities of a king, how else could he act?]