[ He won't leave him, he won't pull away. He can see how it's killing Dex inside, and even if he doesn't quite understand the details of it, there's one thing he knows -- his friend wouldn't do it just because he wanted to. Dex is not cruel that way.
So when he cries, he doesn't stop him, only offering up everything that he has to comfort him, rubbing his back in slow circles -- hurt is hurt, and perhaps selfishly Noctis prefers to deal with Dex's than his own. It's easier to set aside, to focus on Dex's pain, the tears that run down his cheeks. It's the first time he's seen him cry like this, but maybe this time it could be a prelude to healing, and to one day, eventually set things right.
He killed the world -- but how? It's a question for another day; right now, Dex needs him, and Noctis will be here. ]
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So when he cries, he doesn't stop him, only offering up everything that he has to comfort him, rubbing his back in slow circles -- hurt is hurt, and perhaps selfishly Noctis prefers to deal with Dex's than his own. It's easier to set aside, to focus on Dex's pain, the tears that run down his cheeks. It's the first time he's seen him cry like this, but maybe this time it could be a prelude to healing, and to one day, eventually set things right.
He killed the world -- but how? It's a question for another day; right now, Dex needs him, and Noctis will be here. ]
Cry it out. 'm here.