Noctis pulled him into a proper hug, nuzzling into the side of his head as he gently rubbed his back. Prompto was still rambling, so he just... let him. Better to get it out of his system than let it fester. At least that's what his drunk brain was telling him.
"It won't matter back home," he whispers, trying to soothe him the best he could. Whether he lived to see that daylight... his fingers gripped onto the back of Prompto's shirt a little tighter, almost as if afraid he'd be back out there, in those memories. But Prompto is solid. He had to consciously remind himself of that and focus on the fact that they're both present and accounted for. "And he shouldn't here, either. We're all aliens in a fo-" fuck it "-strange world."
One that was so much like theirs and yet so, so different. Away from most of what they knew yet still had a few things that were familiar. Not including each other.
His grip only adjusted and grew a little tighter when Prompto finally spat it out. He was too drunk to not start a bar fight or something so instead he just. Sat there, gently nudging Prompto to sit on his lap as he tried to comfort him the best he possibly could while intoxicated. "Clar... He bugged you about it?" He asked, quietly, not sounding like he was going to do anything drastic (yet), just clarifying. Because he saw it, too. Even without being told about it first, that... wasn't something one simply asked about.
He'd have to write himself a note, later. Just in case. Or have Ebony do it. Ivory's kinda out of commission right now.
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"It won't matter back home," he whispers, trying to soothe him the best he could. Whether he lived to see that daylight... his fingers gripped onto the back of Prompto's shirt a little tighter, almost as if afraid he'd be back out there, in those memories. But Prompto is solid. He had to consciously remind himself of that and focus on the fact that they're both present and accounted for. "And he shouldn't here, either. We're all aliens in a fo-" fuck it "-strange world."
One that was so much like theirs and yet so, so different. Away from most of what they knew yet still had a few things that were familiar. Not including each other.
His grip only adjusted and grew a little tighter when Prompto finally spat it out. He was too drunk to not start a bar fight or something so instead he just. Sat there, gently nudging Prompto to sit on his lap as he tried to comfort him the best he possibly could while intoxicated. "Clar... He bugged you about it?" He asked, quietly, not sounding like he was going to do anything drastic (yet), just clarifying. Because he saw it, too. Even without being told about it first, that... wasn't something one simply asked about.
He'd have to write himself a note, later. Just in case. Or have Ebony do it. Ivory's kinda out of commission right now.