When Noctis broke their kiss, suggesting they talk about his nightmare before continuing any further, he didn't think Prompto was going to pull himself away and sit a foot from him on the bed like that. And that is not going to fly as far as Noctis is concerned, he doesn't really want distance between them... not that much, at least.

"Mmm, no, come here first," he says, reaching up to drag Prompto back down on to the bed, settling with his left arm wrapped around him. After a brief moment of hesitation, Noctis places a single kiss on Prompto's forehead. "Just because I want to talk about my nightmare doesn't mean I want you to sit on the other side of the bed."

Noctis lays there for a few minutes, silent, with Prompto in his arms. And he can't think of anywhere he'd rather be. He thinks over his nightmare, closing his eyes to picture exactly what he saw in crystal clear detail. It would be so easy to fall asleep like this, but he's not quite ready for that yet.

"You comfortable?" he asks. It should be obvious to Prompto that Noctis is putting off actually talking about the nightmare.