[ He understands, and Noctis is surprised -- he's not sure anyone else would, and has less faith that they even could, because how can they? But Dextera listens, patient and genuine, the warmth of his hands something that Noctis is sure he will never forget.
He's sharing something that he should have kept buried, things that wouldn't have seen the light of day if not for the circumstances, and when he looks up at him he's struck by how serene he is, how gentle and accepting, like he really knows that he's gone through, the hurt that festers and that has no place to go.
The prince swallows, hard, struggles to maintain control of himself -- but once he's reached out for a connection, any kind of connection, there's no going back now. ]
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He's sharing something that he should have kept buried, things that wouldn't have seen the light of day if not for the circumstances, and when he looks up at him he's struck by how serene he is, how gentle and accepting, like he really knows that he's gone through, the hurt that festers and that has no place to go.
The prince swallows, hard, struggles to maintain control of himself -- but once he's reached out for a connection, any kind of connection, there's no going back now. ]
What is it that you understand?