[This whole situation is probably beyond weird, and he's definitely never going to see this shirt again and imagines he's never going to see this guy again either. But Noctis isn't trying to earn a favor, he's just doing what felt like the right thing to do- and stumbling his way through the rest. A sense of responsibility that he can neither name or place sits in the pit of his stomach. The need to do something. He hopes it doesn't get him killed one day.
Noctis' turns just enough to stand in profile, first aid kit and emptiness between them.]
I'm not gonna ask- but you should probably see a doctor.
Sometimes stuff like that ends up worse than you'd think.
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[This whole situation is probably beyond weird, and he's definitely never going to see this shirt again and imagines he's never going to see this guy again either. But Noctis isn't trying to earn a favor, he's just doing what felt like the right thing to do- and stumbling his way through the rest. A sense of responsibility that he can neither name or place sits in the pit of his stomach. The need to do something. He hopes it doesn't get him killed one day.
Noctis' turns just enough to stand in profile, first aid kit and emptiness between them.]
I'm not gonna ask- but you should probably see a doctor.
Sometimes stuff like that ends up worse than you'd think.