[Prompto only barely manages to master the visceral, explosive reaction in him to seeing darkness flood through her hand. It comes out as a stifled cry and a full-body jerk. He feels turned inside-out, even though whatever's happening is only happening to her. Haven't you ever seen a man turn before? and he has, he has, too many times. His heartbeat slams up his throat like a ricocheted bullet.
He watches, unnerved, and edges closer as he does, because he's this close to vibrating right out of his skin. He watches, and after forever--after three seconds, maybe--he carefully puts his hand on her shoulder. Then he holds the next flask over her hand, bending to place his other empty palm some inches below.]
Drop it when it's full. The next'll be right there.
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He watches, unnerved, and edges closer as he does, because he's this close to vibrating right out of his skin. He watches, and after forever--after three seconds, maybe--he carefully puts his hand on her shoulder. Then he holds the next flask over her hand, bending to place his other empty palm some inches below.]
Drop it when it's full. The next'll be right there.