[Mock-huff. It's more just a breath out over Noct's skin.]

Just like him to turn up late, isn't it? He's always got to make an entrance.

[Gently, he noses against the side of Noct's neck, and then places a delicate kiss on his cheekbone, just under his eye.]

He'll turn up. I know he will. ...I don't think there's anything that would keep any of us from your side, Noct. Not even crazy alternate dimensions.