[ he's about to make some dorky retort to his comment about gladio when the rest of it comes, and it feels like the ground's been ripped out from under his feet. prompto wonders if noct can feel the way his heart suddenly races, how hard it is to swallow around the lump in his throat, and even though the room's pretty dark, he wishes he could just roll over and hide his face from him. he doesn't want to have this conversation right now. not when they're both tired, not when it's still the beginning of noct's birthday. ]
Noct... [ what does he say? what should he say? it's fine, i'm probably crazy anyway doesn't seem like a good thing to blurt out, and he miraculously catches himself before he does. ] You don't have to be sorry. I still had the others. We were doing okay.
[ barely. and he couldn't even remember when the last time was he'd seen ignis and gladio, but that's something he definitely doesn't want to tell noct. ]
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Noct... [ what does he say? what should he say? it's fine, i'm probably crazy anyway doesn't seem like a good thing to blurt out, and he miraculously catches himself before he does. ] You don't have to be sorry. I still had the others. We were doing okay.
[ barely. and he couldn't even remember when the last time was he'd seen ignis and gladio, but that's something he definitely doesn't want to tell noct. ]