[ His knees are drawn closer to his chest in the darkness of the room he's holed himself up in, feeling like the solid wall behind him is something ephemeral that'll give up its support at any moment. Every sound in the room is loud, but none more so than the ringing in his own ears that starts up every time he leaves himself without a distraction for too long. It's getting worse, not better, and throwing himself into ill-advised arguments and trying to stay busy is turning out to be a worse coping mechanism than Gladio had ever advertised it to be.
Eyes close tight, cheeks warm as he drops his forehead onto one of those knees and takes a slow, shaky breath. Even with his power's ability to keep his need for sleep at bay, Noctis feels exhausted.
The message goes without a response, and it takes all of his willpower to look away from it for good. All he can do now is pray it'll be a while before the next one. ]
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Eyes close tight, cheeks warm as he drops his forehead onto one of those knees and takes a slow, shaky breath. Even with his power's ability to keep his need for sleep at bay, Noctis feels exhausted.
The message goes without a response, and it takes all of his willpower to look away from it for good. All he can do now is pray it'll be a while before the next one. ]