[ Noctis is ready to revert to his defensive complaints in protest of the criticism, but they all die in his throat when Hei invades his personal space and he detects a very familiar scent. His eyes drop subtly down the length of his body before lifting again, meeting Hei's with a new seriousness. ]
I get it. [ And he is quiet when he says it, not quite stupid enough to broadcast it loudly in the first place. ]
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I get it. [ And he is quiet when he says it, not quite stupid enough to broadcast it loudly in the first place. ]
Listen, are you hurt?