"...So did I," he said as a promise that he would tell Prompto what had happened. That everything he said was just a twisted version of the truth only made it worse.
He could feel his eyes stinging again, but he refused to shed a tear.
"Of course I would," he agreed easily, letting go of the back of Prompto's shirt and gently pulling away so that he could look him in the eye. Resting his hands on Prompto's shoulders and squeezing them tightly. "You're not just a thing, someone else's possession. You're your own person. My best friend, and nothing will change that. No matter what that bastard says."
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He could feel his eyes stinging again, but he refused to shed a tear.
"Of course I would," he agreed easily, letting go of the back of Prompto's shirt and gently pulling away so that he could look him in the eye. Resting his hands on Prompto's shoulders and squeezing them tightly. "You're not just a thing, someone else's possession. You're your own person. My best friend, and nothing will change that. No matter what that bastard says."