[ Something bad happened to him -- something beyond the capture that Prompto isn't talking about. Noctis is aware of this, especially when Prompto definitely isn't as good as hiding his feelings as he thinks he is. It's there, if you look, and Noctis definitely looked (how can he not?); it's there in the tiniest little ways, it's there in the split second of bone-deep sadness and loneliness that echoes in Noctis' heart before that smile appears, bright like the sun.
Prompto didn't have to come with him on this trip -- for that matter; Prompto didn't have to do anything Gladio or Ignis did; but he'd come along anyway, and Noctis loves him all the more for it, even if he causes his best friend so much grief.
And then he gets hurt, and Noctis' heart clenches. It kept me going before. He says, and he dreads the idea of Prompto, left all on his own with nothing but that belief. There are so many things he wants to ask about, so much he wants to know -- but Prompto will tell him when he's ready to, right? ]
Yeah. [ He says quickly, embarrassed by that raw, unbridled sentiment. ]
I mean -- you gotta. Okay? I'm not letting you go that easy.
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Prompto didn't have to come with him on this trip -- for that matter; Prompto didn't have to do anything Gladio or Ignis did; but he'd come along anyway, and Noctis loves him all the more for it, even if he causes his best friend so much grief.
And then he gets hurt, and Noctis' heart clenches. It kept me going before. He says, and he dreads the idea of Prompto, left all on his own with nothing but that belief. There are so many things he wants to ask about, so much he wants to know -- but Prompto will tell him when he's ready to, right? ]
Yeah. [ He says quickly, embarrassed by that raw, unbridled sentiment. ]
I mean -- you gotta. Okay? I'm not letting you go that easy.