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[ he closes his eyes for a second, just soaking in the contact. all this stuff between them is just... it's a lot. sometimes, prompto wants to talk to him about it and figure out where they stand, but as always, the thought of rejection keeps his tongue tied.

prompto grins at him. ]

Dunno. Maybe a little... [ but he only laughs at the tease, tilting his head so their noses brush. ] Still can't believe you came in like that. [ the statement is punctuated by the slightest, shyest kiss to the corner of noct's mouth. ]