[His body is slack against Noctis as he processes the contact. They were speaking of the previous sovereigns just now. If anybody, it should be Somnus who holds Noctis' hands in his own out of gratitude for that kind, dutiful heart. Several beats pass before he raises a hand to hover over Noctis.
The burden of the ring and the prophecy it entails is heavy, and heavier still while the truth comes out one by one. Aellyn is a respite from this fate, but it ever looms over them. All of them have felt the stress pressing in on them over the course of their collective existence in the city—Noctis, most of all.
Warm affirmations have never been his strong suit. When he speaks as a leader, he seizes the faith of those who would follow him; as a person, he's clumsy and inspires little confidence, culturing only misunderstandings. But a thousand spoken words can accompany a single action, and so he turns to that familiar silence as he rests his hand on Noctis' head.]
[...Well. It's a little weird, initially, and he's a heartbeat away from pulling back before Somnus lifts a hand to his hair. It's enough to make him pause, remaining in place longer than he'd intended, just a few extra moments until he draws away once more.]
...Maybe don't tell Pyra.
[His voice is clumsy, a bit sheepish. It's not that he minds if she knows, but she'd smile and get that look on her face and- yeah.
Still, he's grateful, head ducked to conceal the little smile that betrays him.]
[His hand slides away with Noctis' withdrawal. They're rather close in height, so it's all too easy to spot the smile.]
Your actions are yours. I have no intention of sharing them with others.
[To start with, he doesn't tell her much even on days when he's feeling chattier than usual. Noctis' secrets, whether they're meant to be or not, are safe with him.]
[Said with a wry half-smile, more open this time. Somnus keeping mum about anything isn't against the norm, so it isn't as if he had to ask... still, it's kind of nice to hear it out loud.
Maybe he'll tell her. Or at least think about it, if she gets on his case about his "homework".]
Well, I won't bug you. You can tell her I said hi, at least?
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The burden of the ring and the prophecy it entails is heavy, and heavier still while the truth comes out one by one. Aellyn is a respite from this fate, but it ever looms over them. All of them have felt the stress pressing in on them over the course of their collective existence in the city—Noctis, most of all.
Warm affirmations have never been his strong suit. When he speaks as a leader, he seizes the faith of those who would follow him; as a person, he's clumsy and inspires little confidence, culturing only misunderstandings. But a thousand spoken words can accompany a single action, and so he turns to that familiar silence as he rests his hand on Noctis' head.]
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...Maybe don't tell Pyra.
[His voice is clumsy, a bit sheepish. It's not that he minds if she knows, but she'd smile and get that look on her face and- yeah.
Still, he's grateful, head ducked to conceal the little smile that betrays him.]
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Your actions are yours. I have no intention of sharing them with others.
[To start with, he doesn't tell her much even on days when he's feeling chattier than usual. Noctis' secrets, whether they're meant to be or not, are safe with him.]
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[Said with a wry half-smile, more open this time. Somnus keeping mum about anything isn't against the norm, so it isn't as if he had to ask... still, it's kind of nice to hear it out loud.
Maybe he'll tell her. Or at least think about it, if she gets on his case about his "homework".]
Well, I won't bug you. You can tell her I said hi, at least?
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Setting that thought aside, Somnus nods.]
I shall tell her.
[And he won't keep Noctis if he's got better places to be.]