[Noctis' hands find the cloth of Boone's shirt, but he doesn't pull back or make an attempt to free himself. He doesn't think he could, even if he wanted to. So he just stays where he is, though he's mindful of those spikes and where they're starting to poke out. He doesn't feel like going home full of holes.]

You might have to let go if I hear anything. Just letting you know.

[He trusts that he understands that, even through the pain.]