If Noct doesn't wanna see you again, he's being a jerk.

[Fuck Noctis Lucis Caelum, actually??? Max pulls Prompto against his narrow chest, reaches up with his free hand to tuck that blanket a little more carefully around the kid's shoulders. He always looks so cold, and now he seems so small.]

But he's supposed to be your friend, right? Maybe - maybe he'll come around. You haven't done a single thing to him, and...I've known you for like two weeks, and I know you're not some kind of evil clone. Nobody who's worth it should throw a friend away just 'cause of where they were born. You killed the guy, you're making things right and that shouldn't even be your job.