he could’ve just said he didn’t like the dress.

but here he was, holding her upside down with his arms around her waist, stopping her from going on her mission, listing all reasons why something could go wrong because of her dress.

“if someone picks you up like this to drop you; that dress does nothing to cover your body.” noctis tells her, following up with: “you’re not wearing it.”

despite his ludicrous way of telling her so, he cared; and he was just worried about her on this mission.