[Gladio's arms wrap around him and Noctis knows he cant get out of this if he wants to. He groans and leans back to rest his head against Gladio's shoulder. Maybe he can talk his way out of this because that word is literally the last thing he wants to talk about with Gladiolus. Nope.]
It's nothing. [He's trying to sound as sincere as he can.] I'm just thinking about stuff.[One thing. One really weird awkward thing that he's not going to talk about.] I... should just go to bed.
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It's nothing. [He's trying to sound as sincere as he can.] I'm just thinking about stuff.[One thing. One really weird awkward thing that he's not going to talk about.] I... should just go to bed.