[ he's fine though. he's fine, and even though he's struggling to pull himself together, it's not quite that easy when one of the strongest person he knows falters. it's right there in his words and his body language, having attuned to it years ago when they'd first become friends, and the softest thing in the way noct responds is just as good as a scream. prompto freezes too, the rapid race of his pulse so loud in his ears that it's difficult to parse what he's saying. even consciously forcing himself to breathe isn't helping, though he does brace a hand on the floor so he can shift around and look at him.
his personal crisis can wait because... because it's honestly not that important right now. ]
Just tell me. [ he sounds ridiculously small, almost begging, and he drags his forearm across his face in an attempt to rub away the flushed feeling of his skin and the weird haziness of his eyes. ] It–it can't be all that bad. Unless... are you– are we– [ prompto has no idea how to form those words. did something happen to them? to noct? he'd said in his text that they got all those blessings, but at what cost? ] Did we, y'know, did we—
[ he can't. he can't say it. he can't say the d-word because then what would have been the point of everything they'd done? prompto shakes his head and tries to shrug like it'll fill in the blanks. hopefully noct gets the gist of it because thinking about all of them being dead is not what he wants to imagine right now. ]
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his personal crisis can wait because... because it's honestly not that important right now. ]
Just tell me. [ he sounds ridiculously small, almost begging, and he drags his forearm across his face in an attempt to rub away the flushed feeling of his skin and the weird haziness of his eyes. ] It–it can't be all that bad. Unless... are you– are we– [ prompto has no idea how to form those words. did something happen to them? to noct? he'd said in his text that they got all those blessings, but at what cost? ] Did we, y'know, did we—
[ he can't. he can't say it. he can't say the d-word because then what would have been the point of everything they'd done? prompto shakes his head and tries to shrug like it'll fill in the blanks. hopefully noct gets the gist of it because thinking about all of them being dead is not what he wants to imagine right now. ]