If Prompto's a mess, then what does that make Hunk?! A bigger, laser-powered ridiculous mess, that's what. So there's no way Prompto's a mess. There'd be no hope for the rest of the world.
"All right!" Hunk lets out a surprisingly enthused whoop for someone stone-cold sober, and scrambles out of the driver's seat. A moment later, he's moved far faster than he has any right to towards Prompto and his arms are out wide at his side. He nods, as if telling Prompto to prepare himself, before wrapping his arms around his stressed out buddy.
He's careful not to give too strong a hug, since he's not sure if Prompto's gonna get, like, sick or something, but Hunk's still putting in enough strength to start lifting the guy off the ground. The perils of rolling a 16 on a hug. But the worst part is that since Hunk can tell his buddy's in a bad spot, he's... not gonna let go. Not until he hears it's okay.
It seems like Prompto could use a really big hug right now.
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"All right!" Hunk lets out a surprisingly enthused whoop for someone stone-cold sober, and scrambles out of the driver's seat. A moment later, he's moved far faster than he has any right to towards Prompto and his arms are out wide at his side. He nods, as if telling Prompto to prepare himself, before wrapping his arms around his stressed out buddy.
He's careful not to give too strong a hug, since he's not sure if Prompto's gonna get, like, sick or something, but Hunk's still putting in enough strength to start lifting the guy off the ground. The perils of rolling a 16 on a hug. But the worst part is that since Hunk can tell his buddy's in a bad spot, he's... not gonna let go. Not until he hears it's okay.
It seems like Prompto could use a really big hug right now.