Prompto drew back with his bottom lip quivering and tears streaming down his face. His hands slipped into Noct's, finally touching fully skin to skin without gloves in the way. It might not mean much to someone else, but it did to him. "You don't?" That had probably been the second scariest thing was knowing how it might hurt Noct that he'd been keeping something from him. How could he not even been mad about that?

The praise was too intense, so Prompto looked down at their hands. His cheeks flushed and more tears fell, but there was a smile growing there too. "I don't work that hard," he protested lightly, but he almost shyly brought his gaze back up to Noct. "You really think of me like that?"