He wasn't entirely sure why did that, a gesture of comfort perhaps, some way of touching Noct that seemed a little closer to normal, something he could laugh about later.
Prompto was terrified to lose him, he already had felt like he had, but he'd been in denial. Noct would come back they repeated like a mantra and yet, now he was learning he would and then die.
All for the Astrals bidding.
He let Noct pull him forward, hiding his face there and squeezing him hard again, but as much as they wanted to talk this through, and as much as he didn't want to get out of bed in the morning, knowing this terrible secret, he let their speaking lapse.
Finally, when he'd regain some semblance of control, he sniffed and wiped his eyes again. "......Sorry I made your shirt wet." It was a mumbled, half-hearted joke that may have fallen flat, but it was something.
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Prompto was terrified to lose him, he already had felt like he had, but he'd been in denial. Noct would come back they repeated like a mantra and yet, now he was learning he would and then die.
All for the Astrals bidding.
He let Noct pull him forward, hiding his face there and squeezing him hard again, but as much as they wanted to talk this through, and as much as he didn't want to get out of bed in the morning, knowing this terrible secret, he let their speaking lapse.
Finally, when he'd regain some semblance of control, he sniffed and wiped his eyes again. "......Sorry I made your shirt wet." It was a mumbled, half-hearted joke that may have fallen flat, but it was something.