Was it even really his fault? Since when had he ever been in control of which path fate forced him down? Maybe it was selfish to feel so responsible for the deaths of those he loved. To feel like he had failed.
Had failed to save Luna. Had been so weak that Ignis had sacrificed himself in some last ditch attempt to save him. Hadn't been there for Prompto when the darkness came and he needed him most.
And he wants to say all of that. But he doesn't. Because it probably isn't the right time. And it probably never will be.]
I know how strong you are, Prompto. I'm just... really glad I can be here for you now.
[Probably don't ever tell him that. He would probably march right up to Ignis and lay into him about something he hadn't even done yet.]
[ there's too much he wants to tell him in that moment. he wants to tell him about what had happened after altissia, about the train, about ardyn, about himself. he wants to tell him why he'd started wearing a wristband again, why it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with noct and ignis and maybe even lunafreya. he'd thought he'd gotten over that, had had time to accept these things and live with them, and before, after everyone had known the truth, it hadn't been a big deal. now, being here where he's the only one that remembers... it's hard. he absolutely hates keeping secrets from noct; not only because they're friends but because they're best friends. but what else is he supposed to do?
prompto doesn't say much for almost a minute, giving noct a gentle nudge instead to acknowledge what he's said before finally speaking up. ]
I should be the one giving you compliments, you know. It's your birthday. [ but it'd be closer to telling noct how much he loves him than anything else. ] Is there anything you wanna do later? I bet Iggy's gonna make you a cake.
[ normal conversations. that's what they both need right now. ]
[Noctis wants, desperately, to know all of those things. Wants to know what happens after their timelines diverge. Wants to know everything so he can look Prompto in the eye and tell him that it doesn't matter. That he's not crazy. That whatever they tried to make him into doesn't matter. Because he's Prompto. Noctis' best friend in any timeline. In any world. Always at each other's sides. That he would accept and love him not in spite of his truth, but because of it.
But he doesn't ask. Because Prompto changed the subject and maybe that is what they need right now.]
Mm, I don't know. Just to spend time with you guys, I guess. [Like there was anyone else he was gonna spend the day with.] Maybe those tacos Iggy makes. And you could show me more of your pictures.
[ prompto squeezes his eyes shut and snuggles down into the pillow for a second, thinking it over. when noct's birthday had rolled around last year, it had been a little easier to accept that he probably wasn't coming back, but he'd spent most of the night staring at all the pics he'd taken of them on their trip anyway, wishing he was irresponsible enough to get drunk so he'd forget about it. but maybe doing stuff like this is meant to make up for those lonely days and nights, humming out a quiet sound in response. ]
I'll show you all of 'em if that's what you want. I didn't really delete any after – [ he lifts his shoulder in a shrug. after he'd disappeared into the crystal. ] Not even the bad ones.
[All of it is still so fresh. So clear inside of his mind that all he really has to do is close his eyes to see everything. But. He's afraid. Afraid he'll forget what Gladio looks like. What Cindy and Iris and Aranea look like. How they sound. Already the memory of his father is starting to become hazy around the edges, and he's so desperate to hold on to all of them.
He's thankful now. For all of those times Prompto stopped them along the way and wanted to get pictures of them together. He wishes he had said 'yes' more.] Dude, at least half of them are probably just me getting on and off a chocobo. Did you really need that many?
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Was it even really his fault? Since when had he ever been in control of which path fate forced him down? Maybe it was selfish to feel so responsible for the deaths of those he loved. To feel like he had failed.
Had failed to save Luna. Had been so weak that Ignis had sacrificed himself in some last ditch attempt to save him. Hadn't been there for Prompto when the darkness came and he needed him most.
And he wants to say all of that. But he doesn't. Because it probably isn't the right time. And it probably never will be.]
I know how strong you are, Prompto. I'm just... really glad I can be here for you now.
[Probably don't ever tell him that. He would probably march right up to Ignis and lay into him about something he hadn't even done yet.]
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prompto doesn't say much for almost a minute, giving noct a gentle nudge instead to acknowledge what he's said before finally speaking up. ]
I should be the one giving you compliments, you know. It's your birthday. [ but it'd be closer to telling noct how much he loves him than anything else. ] Is there anything you wanna do later? I bet Iggy's gonna make you a cake.
[ normal conversations. that's what they both need right now. ]
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But he doesn't ask. Because Prompto changed the subject and maybe that is what they need right now.]
Mm, I don't know. Just to spend time with you guys, I guess. [Like there was anyone else he was gonna spend the day with.] Maybe those tacos Iggy makes. And you could show me more of your pictures.
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I'll show you all of 'em if that's what you want. I didn't really delete any after – [ he lifts his shoulder in a shrug. after he'd disappeared into the crystal. ] Not even the bad ones.
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He's thankful now. For all of those times Prompto stopped them along the way and wanted to get pictures of them together. He wishes he had said 'yes' more.] Dude, at least half of them are probably just me getting on and off a chocobo. Did you really need that many?