[ it must be bad if noct isn't immediately brushing it off like it's nothing to worry about. and what's worse, his expression doesn't quell the aching throb in his chest the longer they stand there and listen to the rush of the water up along the beach. this is...
it's wrong. all of it's wrong, and prompto knows he shouldn't have said anything. he should have just kept wondering about it until — what? maybe he would have gone back home at some point and learned about it instead? lived through it? how is that something he's ever going to want when he doesn't even want this moment right now? and when noct says it, says that huge thing that's been unconsciously living between them, prompto feels the slightest buckle in his knees as though his legs don't want to hold him up anymore. ]
What – Noct, dude, don't... [ oh no, he can't breathe. he can't breathe, and that ache in his chest has blossomed into something worse that's really starting to hurt. ] That can't be right. There's no way that's true.
[ but why would luna and the king lie about something like that? why would anyone lie about something like that? prompto can't figure any of that out, and he knows he should say something else in an attempt to lighten the mood or reassure him that it couldn't be right. yet, all he feels is a strange hopelessness come over him, and he ducks his head in an attempt to hide whatever expression he's making. ]
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it's wrong. all of it's wrong, and prompto knows he shouldn't have said anything. he should have just kept wondering about it until — what? maybe he would have gone back home at some point and learned about it instead? lived through it? how is that something he's ever going to want when he doesn't even want this moment right now? and when noct says it, says that huge thing that's been unconsciously living between them, prompto feels the slightest buckle in his knees as though his legs don't want to hold him up anymore. ]
What – Noct, dude, don't... [ oh no, he can't breathe. he can't breathe, and that ache in his chest has blossomed into something worse that's really starting to hurt. ] That can't be right. There's no way that's true.
[ but why would luna and the king lie about something like that? why would anyone lie about something like that? prompto can't figure any of that out, and he knows he should say something else in an attempt to lighten the mood or reassure him that it couldn't be right. yet, all he feels is a strange hopelessness come over him, and he ducks his head in an attempt to hide whatever expression he's making. ]