[ there's too much he wants to tell him in that moment. he wants to tell him about what had happened after altissia, about the train, about ardyn, about himself. he wants to tell him why he'd started wearing a wristband again, why it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with noct and ignis and maybe even lunafreya. he'd thought he'd gotten over that, had had time to accept these things and live with them, and before, after everyone had known the truth, it hadn't been a big deal. now, being here where he's the only one that remembers... it's hard. he absolutely hates keeping secrets from noct; not only because they're friends but because they're best friends. but what else is he supposed to do?

prompto doesn't say much for almost a minute, giving noct a gentle nudge instead to acknowledge what he's said before finally speaking up. ]

I should be the one giving you compliments, you know. It's your birthday. [ but it'd be closer to telling noct how much he loves him than anything else. ] Is there anything you wanna do later? I bet Iggy's gonna make you a cake.

[ normal conversations. that's what they both need right now. ]