[It hurts when Abel nudges him away, but he doesn't say anything, sitting straighter in bed and pulling the duvet across his lap. He falls quiet and listens, suppressing the frantic part of his mind that wants to just reach over and fix everything that's wrong. It's not that easy. Never that easy. He needs to give Abel the space to speak and articulate his feelings first, rather than just share them. Shared empathy can prove a distraction, sometimes -- from the problem, from working toward a solution. He can't necessarily understand what Abel's feeling just by experiencing it.

Hands curled into the bedsheets, he still finds himself jumping straight to protest.]

I -- what? What do you mean, improve the night? Did you think I wanted you there so I'd feel better about having to be around Hideki?

[Is that why he encouraged Abel to come? He goes quiet, shoulders a tense line across.]

I wasn't... trying to force you. Have you been feeling like shit this whole time 'cause you didn't wanna be there? You should've messaged me, I would've-- [A sharp stop. Could he have left what he was doing with Prompto? At the very least...] We could have talked about it earlier.