Because the dark clouds over their heads were threatening to pour down again? You tell him, man.
Still, seeing him flailing (some internally, some externally) about more like his usual self was a small relief. Enough that he smirked in amusement.
"Nervous, huh." It's okay, Prompto. He knew, but that didn't mean that he was exempt from Best Friend Teasing™. He'd always do that. Just like he'd always have his back and vice versa.
He leaned forward slightly, hands clasped before him on the table. "Hey. I mean it. I don't just make time for anyone." Or hug them. Or anything beyond a handshake. Really, it should be pretty obvious.
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Still, seeing him flailing (some internally, some externally) about more like his usual self was a small relief. Enough that he smirked in amusement.
"Nervous, huh." It's okay, Prompto. He knew, but that didn't mean that he was exempt from Best Friend Teasing™. He'd always do that. Just like he'd always have his back and vice versa.
He leaned forward slightly, hands clasped before him on the table. "Hey. I mean it. I don't just make time for anyone." Or hug them. Or anything beyond a handshake. Really, it should be pretty obvious.