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Noctis pulled his hood over his head, combing his fringes to hide his eyes and turned his attention back to what Prompto was saying. He had been hired as a photographer for a wedding that had been a complete disaster, so much so that he had promised to show Noctis some pictures.

Deep down, Noctis didn't really care about the story, but as he watched Prompto's smile, his eyes sparkle and listened to his cheerful voice, he couldn't help but think he could listen to anything he was saying as long as it meant they could spend more time together.