[the hot water's ready and so prompto pours it into the cups and lets the tea bags sit in it a while before picking one up and carefully walking over to hand it over to v.]

You'd think! But nah, it didn't. Noct didn't exactly like being the center of attention so he kept to himself a lot, and being prince meant that he couldn't exactly hang out with people whenever without security detail shadowing him.

[he picks up his own cup and blows on it, staring at the steam rising with ever huff of cooler air.]

Anyway, [this kind of talk sucks; it makes the upset crawl up from where it's contently festering inside him.] he can use magic and ask the gods for assistance. The Oracle can speak to them. That's the gist of it.