[Noctis slides his hand through her hair, stroking it much like she'd done for him. Maybe she doesn't need comfort as much, but she still needs some, he knows- she'd said as much, that she misses Ignis too. And there have been others she's lost, like he has. If she's anything like him, the disappearance of someone new is more than just that singular loss. It's also a reminder of those who have vanished before, each and every time. Those hurts can compound on one another.
Anyway, he takes comfort in her weight against him, the feel of her head on him and her hair between his fingers, so the feeling is very much mutual. He sits like that in silence for a while, soothed by her company, soothing her in return, until at last he breaks the quiet again with,]
I had another dream... it wasn't bad, though. You want to hear it?
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Anyway, he takes comfort in her weight against him, the feel of her head on him and her hair between his fingers, so the feeling is very much mutual. He sits like that in silence for a while, soothed by her company, soothing her in return, until at last he breaks the quiet again with,]
I had another dream... it wasn't bad, though. You want to hear it?