"I don't doubt your friendship with him. I really don't." Ash sighed out. This was where he'd gotten stuck with Ignis too. But...God, this was a mess. There was a genuine friendship and he knew that. He'd seen it. And Noctis wasn't the type to put on any sort of act. Hell, he'd been fucking four years old. He wasn't old enough to even know how to put on a fake act.

"But at the same time, him being told that at that age is just, so, so wrong. And I don't care what he says; a six year old, being told by the highest King, that this is his duty - he wouldn't have known how to say no, even if he wanted to. And...I don't know man. You know what he got me for Christmas? A cookbook, full of recipes. But, the thing is; every single recipe he wrote in there, had a 'Noctis' version. A version tailor made for you. That's not...that's not normal. I don't know why he'd include that. I know you're fussy about what you eat but. There's these little things that don't seem right by me, for friends."

Danny rubbed the back of Ash's hand. You're doing okay.