All he did was slowly smooth his hands across the scarred back, again and again, spreading the warmth out over it. Then, into the silence of it, "nice to know my warmth is useful for something." He was well aware that he was always a bit of a furnace, not that he thought he'd be using it like a living heating pad, but Noctis didn't deserve to go to school in pain so if he could reduce it, even a little... worth it.

But things would just go back to normal, wouldn't they? He'd take Noctis to breakfast, drop him off with the chauffeur, Noctis would go to school and he would go to his own lessons. There would just be a few harsher words from both of their fathers along the way.