[Nyx wants to hug him, but he doesn't know if the gesture would be taken in the spirit it's meant. He wants to comfort him, offer support and genuine care. But would he see it, instead, as pity? Empty sympathy? How does he say he knows what an empty home can be like, even though sometimes it's Nyx's way of winding down from stress? Or that belonging as part of a greater whole often feels like a myth when natural born citizens of Insomnia look at him like he's distasteful and unnecessary?

It's a far cry from not being able to visit your best friend whenever you want to. Nyx, at least, has friends that go through the same things as he does. Friends he can share a beer with and vent.

He leans close enough so that their shoulders are touching, at a bit of a loss.]

You've got a better track record than me. [His tone is even, if a bit self-deprecating.] I don't think I've ever left that bar without being in the middle of the fight. [Until tonight.

Joking aside.]

His Highness values you. I know for a fact he has a sneaking out contingency plan on the off chance he's needed. [Whether it'll work or not is anyone's guess, really, but it's there.]

And...

You have my number. [It's both a fact, and an offer. You asked him for help, and he came. Very few can say they have a Glaive at their side when they need one. Sure, initially it was more out of a need to keep His Highness's best friend out of danger, but he's come to know Prompto a lot more now. He suspects that next time he won't even think about Prince Noctis before agreeing to come.]

Any time, day or night. If I'm able, then there's nothing that'll keep me from answering.