Noctis can see the way that information hits Nyx like a physical blow. For a split second it's not Noctis but some bland news reporter saying the man's name, a broadcast the morning before the signing ceremony, Crowe's watch heavy in his hands, the dull clink of the moruboru-kun charm on her phone tapping against the table. A weight sinks into his stomach, grief and pain, color drains from his face-

Nyx's breath hitches and he's abruptly back in the moment, he doesn't remember clenching his jaw, curling his fists into the towel in his hands. Doesn't remember baring his teeth in a snarl but suddenly the towel is falling from his hands and he's marching for the door with the sort of purpose that only a military man can really convey. The earpiece he reaches for wasn't there a moment ago, Latro swiftly adapting from bead to headset in the time it takes to lift his hand, tapping the button as he snarls. "The Imperial Chancellor needs a welcoming committee."

Nyx pauses just long enough to hold the door open for Noctis, expression hard as he nods for him to follow. "Your Majesty." Which... is, in fact, the first time Nyx has acknowledged the fact that Noctis is King now.