Prompto nodded a little bit. "Yeah, thanks." He smiled a little at the thought of hiding. "I will, if I need to, I just-" He sucked in a breath. "It was my mistake. I thought I'd be okay on the couch, I just..."

Part of the problem was Clarus infiltrated his personal space and he felt a little more unsafe in the house, when someone could just sneak up on him. His room would be better, it would just be Noct after all.

The brushing of his thumb against his cheek made him stop speaking, he was just staring at Noctis. If he weren't so intoxicated, he'd be panicking. Why were they sitting like this, looking at each other?

Noctis might, in that case, find out how he felt and he'd been so good and constantly stomping down on those until they were gone. Until everything was as innocent as it ever had been.

"Noctis." He breathed his name slightly, and then his lips were on his forehead and he mentally berated himself. He was reading into things again, wasn't he?