( His vision blurs reading Noctis' next texts. God, he feels like a crybaby, and that's whatever, but with all of the gut-punches he's been experiencing lately, this is tipping him over the edge.
Hugging him, touching his hair, holding his waist, nearly kissing him in the cold dark... Jonas wishes he could rewind to that moment by the wing of his ship and ask Noctis for his permission to do so. It's almost impossible to stop himself now, with his thumbs shaking over the keyboard of his datapad.
To be compared so closely to his mom is the highest compliment anyone could give him. To admit he's blushing would be an understatement when his face feels like it's on fire. )
Saying this kind of thing to me lol You're seriously trying me
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Hugging him, touching his hair, holding his waist, nearly kissing him in the cold dark... Jonas wishes he could rewind to that moment by the wing of his ship and ask Noctis for his permission to do so. It's almost impossible to stop himself now, with his thumbs shaking over the keyboard of his datapad.
To be compared so closely to his mom is the highest compliment anyone could give him. To admit he's blushing would be an understatement when his face feels like it's on fire. )
Saying this kind of thing to me lol
You're seriously trying me