[ he appreciates the sentiment, of course he does, but there's also that vague notion of being helpless that tries to worm its way into his chest. prompto wishes he could explain that to noct, wishes he knew more words that wouldn't upset him or create that weird tension between them before like when they'd fought. yet, all he can do is sink into the weight of his arms and the pressure of that kiss. ]
Yeah... [ it's not convincing, and he know it isn't. but what else is he supposed to do? prompto breathes out softly, searching for the words, and like always, they just come tumbling out of him without a filter. ] I don't wanna lose any of this, you know? I like the way things are. [ for the most part anyway. his voice drops to a whisper. ] I like the way we are.
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Yeah... [ it's not convincing, and he know it isn't. but what else is he supposed to do? prompto breathes out softly, searching for the words, and like always, they just come tumbling out of him without a filter. ] I don't wanna lose any of this, you know? I like the way things are. [ for the most part anyway. his voice drops to a whisper. ] I like the way we are.