Noctis had spent most of his time at the party regretting nearly everything. With the way some people demanded his attention, he sometimes half wondered if the world should have just stayed in darkness. If it did, he would have been stuck listening to some of the inane conversations he had to endure this night.

Or deal with the women who looked like they wanted to eat him alive.

So when Prompto showed up to safe him, he was more than relieved. He could just be himself and complain vent about the last woman who wouldn't stop touching him. Halfway down the hallway, he was already unbuckling and tearing away at his cape. He wanted to get out of this formal wear, already. Prompto had mentioned something about wanting to walk in on their other two friends and Noctis only shook his head. Ignis and Gladio wouldn't--

Or maybe they would. Noctis stared at the two through the doorway. Ignis was pinned to the couch by Gladio, both were locking lips and the king could practically hear the low rumble coming from his Shield.

"I guess you got what you wanted," he sighed as he pushed past the blond and stepped into the room.