[ you're supposed to stand with me too.

it bubbles up in the back of his mind, right at the tip of his tongue, but he's just angry through the tears that burn his face. he can taste them too, the bitterness and the sadness and just... everything. all of it. he doesn't know what he's supposed to do because noct isn't listening to him, and prompto knows he's stubborn. hell, he's known that all his life, and it's one of the things he loves about noct. but he shouldn't be fighting so hard to accept this. ]

I don't know! That's why I said we've gotta figure it out. We've gotta do something that's not just being okay with it! [ he might not be yelling, but it's close. his voice keeps wavering, a hint of tears, and before he realizes it, he's up close in noct's personal space, reaching out to grip his shirt. the contact usually helps, but right now... ] So stop saying all that stuff, Noct. I don't want you to die for me. Maybe the rest of 'em are okay with it, and maybe they're just gonna accept it. But I'm not – [ he can't breathe because the pressure in his chest is cracking his ribs. ] I'm not worth your life. I'm not.

I need you to take it back. [ he sucks in a breath, and there's that soft wet sniffle that comes with it. ] Please...