( While Noctis would never be accused of wearing anything even close to his heart on his sleeve, Prompto's gotten pretty darn adept at reading him none the less. And so he can clearly see where the thoughts are headed and a different sort of guilt twinges in him. He was — not getting out of this was he. There's a sigh that he doesn't even mean to give as he lifts the bag of peas from his face. His feet under Noct's legs used as leverage as he sits up. His knees are bent, arms resting lightly against them, the bag of peas still in hand.

It's hard to focus on Noct, between the one eye barely open and the pounding headache that had started to settle into his temple. But he keeps his gaze on him regardless and lifts his shoulders in another little shrug. )

Just — ( A small pause as he curls into himself somehow, looking and feeling suddenly so small because this was so stupid. He had been so stupid. ) Don't get all... ( He gestures vaguely with a hand. ) Grr arrg again, okay? ( He lets out a slow breath, lets his chin rest against his knees as his gaze finds something very interesting in the wall as opposed to Noct's face. ) It was stupid okay, I know it was stupid... Alec's an ass and he was just being his usual asshole self and that's — whatever... ( I'm used to it... the unspoken end to the thought. ) But he started talking shit about — ( A small pause. ) Well... you. And I don't know, last straw I guess. ( He's hoping that's enough, though he somehow doubts it. But he looks back to Noct, the pleading he refuses to actually say evident in his face. Drop it, leave it, don't make me repeat what was said... please... )