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The Regalia purrs along the coastal highway, swallowed by the deep indigo of approaching night. Inside, the car is warm with laughter – Noctis, Prompto and Gladiolus trading jokes about the wedding, the road, the absurdity of it all. You’re curled against the window, watching the world streak past in a smear of shadow and distant light, saying nothing. Noctis’s voice cuts through the noise, softer now. ‘Hey,’ he says, leaning into your line of sight. ‘You okay?’ Prompto reaches over and gives your shoulder a friendly jostle. ‘C’mon, live a little!’ Gladiolus shakes his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. Up front, Ignis guides the wheel with gloved hands, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror where he catches your quiet reflection, and a faint, knowing smile…