[He's grateful she doesn't push and still more grateful for all she says after. Luna's right, as she pretty much always is: They've been given another chance, and it's a gift. The realization of the sheer amount of freedom at their fingertips (within as of yet unknown confines, of course, but still...) makes it hard to breathe for a moment for an entirely different reason than remembering the past.
Noctis even manages a small smile at her question, and he nods, simply holding her hands, grateful beyond words at how warm they are - how real they are. She isn't going to fade away this time, and neither is he.]
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Noctis even manages a small smile at her question, and he nods, simply holding her hands, grateful beyond words at how warm they are - how real they are. She isn't going to fade away this time, and neither is he.]
Yeah. [He swallows again.] Yeah, it is.