Anything Noctis wanted to say left his mind completely when Prompto kissed his tears away. That is probably the very last thing he would've expected from his best friend, but he isn't mad about it. Quite the opposite, actually. It just makes him want to pull his best friend into his arms and kiss him like he's thought about doing the last month, ever since their ride on Prompto's chocobo. Prompto's touch is so tender, the kisses on his cheeks so soft.

It takes Noctis's mind off of the nightmare he just woke up from, away from thoughts of Bahamut and of Ardyn sitting on his throne. He's thankful for the distraction, for his best friend by his side, because he's not sure how he'd be handling things were he alone with his thoughts. The only thing that matters right now is Prompto sitting in front of Noctis on his bed, leaving his own room to immediately be by his side, kissing his tears away... Not Ardyn, not Bahamut, not the feeling that Noctis can't seem to shake about this having been more than just a bad dream.

"Prompto..." he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taking a deep breath, he makes the decision to just go for it, because if he doesn't do it now, he doesn't know when he'll find the courage to do it again. It will be okay, he tells himself, it won't damage their friendship. There's no way it could, right? Especially considering Prompto just cupped his cheek and kissed his tears away...

Noctis lifts a hand to Prompto's cheek, sliding his hand around to the back of his head, and pulls him into a soft kiss.