[ That hand drops onto a shoulder that immediately hitches under its weight, having to take a moment to consciously force himself to relax. It takes all of the willpower he has to then return the gesture with a touch of his own to signal to Markus that he's comfortable with this and that it's meaningful to him. It's the least he can do... or would be, if the part of Markus at this angle most readily available weren't his leg, and Noctis bounces his hand in an awkward pat and speedy retreat after placing it on his thigh.

Wow. That was the worst. ]

Uh... I dunno, yet. I think in some ways, but it's hard to know how much of that is me doing what I want to do and growing to make better choices, or... just doing what I have to do. I've barely had time to stop and think.