[ it's so surreal that for a split second, prompto doesn't know where he is. is he back home crammed into a caravan with his three friends? is he alone somewhere in the middle of eos with only his memories of noct to keep him company? is he dead in beacon with his best friend trying to spoon him? he doesn't know, and for several long moments, he doesn't breathe. this should be second nature by now, sharing a space with noct because they'd been sharing their space for ages, but after a few years of going it alone... he's hesitant to move, trying to push down the weird bubble of fear in his chest so he can casually throw an arm over noct's hip and lean in. ]
On the bright side, at least we're not sleeping in a tent on the cold, hard ground. [ sharing noct's one pillow is going to get tricky if he isn't careful about where he rests his head. he gives noct's side a squeeze. ] Better?
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On the bright side, at least we're not sleeping in a tent on the cold, hard ground. [ sharing noct's one pillow is going to get tricky if he isn't careful about where he rests his head. he gives noct's side a squeeze. ] Better?