"Prompto, why would you drag your bed in here?" Noctis sighs, pausing to brush some of the hair from Prompto's eyes, "I meant what I said... You're laying here with me now, kissing me. We've clearly moved past just friendship at this point."

With everything that has happened tonight - the nightmare, Prompto rushing in here to be by his side, Noctis kissing him - this seems like as good a time as any to address everything now that Noctis has gotten the nightmare off of his chest. It's still in his mind, slowly being pushed to the back of it until he has another one, but now he intends to focus on his best friend who is currently in his arms, in his bed.

"We've shared a bed plenty of times, and this one is big enough for us both," he continues. "You're welcome to sleep here, next to me."

After all, Noctis admitted to himself a while ago that he missed sleeping next to somebody. He'd gotten used to it while they were traveling across Lucis. There was always another body next to his and, more often than not, it was Prompto.