[It's not like he's unaware that retaliation is unlikely to lead to any kind of happy resolution, it's more that in this moment he doesn't particularly care. The Crown Prince up and kicking someone's ass would undoubtedly be the last kind of spectacle his dad needs right now, but what kind of message does letting this go send? That it's fine to just beat up on people for no reason? That his best friend is fair game?

Bullshit.

At the name Noct narrows his eyes for a moment, and then nods. Oh. That shithead, the loud one. Guy needs to learn to watch his mouth, or someone needs to teach him.

Seething, Noct crosses his arms, frowning when Prompto finally turns to face him. The marks on his face are even more apparent under the kitchen's unforgiving light and dammit, how's he just supposed to let that go?]

So your eye's practically swollen shut and you got landed in detention because this asshole jumped you and you're just... Cool with it?

[He knows Prompto's not the most confident person in the world, but how the hell can he be so calm about this?]