Weepy-eyed is right. Tears spring unbidden to Noctis' eyes; while he's in control of himself enough not to break down into great, heaving sobs in the banquet hall, it's a near thing. He presses his face into his father's shoulder.

He's real. He's real, not a figment of his imagination, not a regretful figure from his nightmares. He's not healthy and hale, because for the last few years of his life he never was, but it's still his father.

When he's collected himself a little, he raises his head. "I didn't know. I didn't know you were sending me away to protect me." There's some accusation, in his tone, because Noctis has never quite stopped being bitter about being picked over Insomnia... but that's not the focus of his words, at the moment.

"I didn't think I would ever see you again." Because, of course, his father was gone.