( It's strange for Noctis to think about that, that Prompto worries about being enough for them all. It will remain strange for as long as that knowledge remains implanted, buried deep at the base of his spine because if there's anyone who has been enough, simply by virtue of being himself, of being sunshine and caring, it's the guy sitting next to him, all but radiating warmth and comfort. He feels himself unwind a little further and splays his fingers out behind him, pressing his weight back and looking up at the stars.
Okay, so Gladio may be a little nuts about camping, but even Noctis has to admit he's onto something about the night sky. There's really nothing like the one you see in the wilderness, with the company of your best friend beside you. The one who's best at making you forget everything else that could and will be when the sun rises, the journey he has to undertake whether he wants to or not. )
Uh, an hour, I guess. ( He rocks himself back into the present, out of space and into the space he shares with Prompto, close enough that he can feel his presence brushing against his skin. ) Felt sticky.
( Among other things that Prompto's already aware of, that he doesn't want to talk about because there's nothing any of them can do about those headaches. They just come and come and take his sleep away from him.
He glances sidelong at Prompto, something softer tugging at the ends of his mouth, at his expression. Something that twists into almost-playfulness. ) And I'm pretty sure I heard a wasp buzzing about.
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Okay, so Gladio may be a little nuts about camping, but even Noctis has to admit he's onto something about the night sky. There's really nothing like the one you see in the wilderness, with the company of your best friend beside you. The one who's best at making you forget everything else that could and will be when the sun rises, the journey he has to undertake whether he wants to or not. )
Uh, an hour, I guess. ( He rocks himself back into the present, out of space and into the space he shares with Prompto, close enough that he can feel his presence brushing against his skin. ) Felt sticky.
( Among other things that Prompto's already aware of, that he doesn't want to talk about because there's nothing any of them can do about those headaches. They just come and come and take his sleep away from him.
He glances sidelong at Prompto, something softer tugging at the ends of his mouth, at his expression. Something that twists into almost-playfulness. ) And I'm pretty sure I heard a wasp buzzing about.
( No you didn't, Noctis. Don't be a brat. )