I don't think that's true.

[He sits back again, one chick in the cup of his hand, and gently rubs its little head.]

Whenever we got in the car--it was His Majesty's car, you know? So whenever we got in the car, or saw it after Cindy fixed it up, or Iggy let Noct behind the wheel, I'm sure he thought of him. So in a way, he got to keep making memories with his dad.

[How many pictures does he have of Noctis sitting on the back of the car, relaxed and safe as anything in the wind and sunlight?]

And I know... I know some of them were happy.