[ Noctis is following close behind. As soon as the door is down, he's nearly running inside, pushing past Gladio to see if he can get to his friend. Gladio stops for some reason, but the prince ignores him and goes to his friend crumbled on the floor. ]

Prom-

[And then he stops nearly mid step. Finally, the scent hit him hard. It was familiar, hot... He was far too familiar with it. In fact, he knew it quite well. It was the unmistakable overpowering scent of an omega heat and it was coming from his friend on the ground.

Suddenly the lack of clothing made sense.]

Ah... [What did he say? Did help him up? Did he apologize for barging in on his friend? Did he ask about his status? That was an incredibly personal question. Plus, omegas were supposedly a rare status-Wait.

... Was Prompto in here with an alpha?

Noctis looked back over to Gladio and saw him trying to keep himself together. He wasn't going to be any help at the moment. He then looked back at Prompto and felt his own face flush. His friend was on his knees, looking up at him, making soft, almost desperate sounds. His face was flushed, and he was only in his boxers, leaving creamy skin exposed. He was still obviously har-

No. He had to stop thinking like that.]

I'm sorry. I was worried that you weren't answering so we ah... [He swallows.] We wanted to make sure you were... okay.