[The question is there, hovering at the back of his mouth and only barely kept in check. It's not that Noctis is cruel by nature- it's the opposite really, but he hadn't grown up socializing with people he could consider his peers. Confronted with the reality of it, he feels like he ends up fumbling over the place where thoughts and words meet.
What Noctis almost asks is "why do you always look like shit?"
What he settles for instead, after the reply falls out of him is-]
oh that isn't a terrifying mental image at all
[The question is there, hovering at the back of his mouth and only barely kept in check. It's not that Noctis is cruel by nature- it's the opposite really, but he hadn't grown up socializing with people he could consider his peers. Confronted with the reality of it, he feels like he ends up fumbling over the place where thoughts and words meet.
What Noctis almost asks is "why do you always look like shit?"
What he settles for instead, after the reply falls out of him is-]
When's the last time you slept?