[ he doesn't expect him to say anything, not really. they're both exhausted from the day, from the last week, and it takes a lot of effort to focus on noct and the pitch of his voice. more than anything, he doesn't like this. he doesn't like that he can't comfort noct the way he might have been able to once upon a time. he isn't sure anything he could come up with will make him feel better, especially not about this, and he hesitates, gently squeezing at his elbow before slipping closer and tangling their legs together.

the rain hitting the tent isn't doing them any favors either, but at least they're alone. at least there's the intimacy of the dark and the low rumble of thunder to embrace them the same way they're embracing each other. ]

I wanna say it's gonna be okay. [ he wants to so badly. ] But it's just a dream, right? It doesn't mean you'll never get there. [ his advice is pretty terrible, he knows. it still doesn't mean he's not earnest about it, half asleep as he is, and prompto rolls forward on his shoulder to press into noct's space and bump their noses together. ] We'll both get there.

[ because lunafreya has meant so much to him too. she means a lot to everyone in varying degrees, and even though he knows he can never fill that space in noct's heart the same way, he's still going to stand by him no matter what. ]