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[ Prompto's hands leave him, somehow urging Noctis to go right back to having at least one hand covering him. The heel of his hand rubs at his eyes, and he snifflesz ]

Are you kidding me?

[ Noctis doesn't at all have a handle on himself. It may not entirely show, because he's quiet for the most part and keeps a level head. But having a close friendship like this is completely uncharted territory for him. His stomach twists in knots now, when he tries to think of what might have happened to him if he never had Prompto. It's all so strange to him, because before Recolle? Noctis was completely alone.

Before Recolle, he didn't have a single person in his life, other than his father, who just got him. Prompto seems to know Noctis better than he knows himself most of the time, and he finds himself stupidly happy around the guy. Like nerves don't exist, like he can just exist with him and everything would be fine.

But he keeps all of that to himself, while Prompto wears his heart on his sleeve. It's a bit hard to handle sometimes, but it is never too much.

He laughs, weak and riddled with emotion that it is. ]

I never thought that. Ever.

Prompto, you're--

[ The best thing to ever happen to me...

He doesn't say it. He can't. It's gotta be too soon for that, right? But god, he could have died. ]

You're never too much.

[and suddenly it's not there anymore; his chest feels light, and it feels like his heart is pumping at a normal rate, and prompto feels himself relax. noctis's words mean the world to him.]

[guiltily, he looks down at his own lap. plays with a loose thread on the sweats. he's fidgeting, as he always does when he's too nervous.]

You're my best friend since ever.

I'll always be scared of putting you off.

[but then he looks up and lightly bumps noctis's chest with a fist, keeping it raised for a fist pump. his own eyes are red and puffy, and he feels extraordinarily exhausted after crying like that.]

Thanks, for being an amazing friend, Noct.

[ The tears are gone, thankfully. Noctis sighs as the air becomes a little less heavy, resting his hands at his knees. Prompto bumps at his chest and holds out that very same fist, and far be it for Noctis to leave him hanging. With a tired smile, he bumps his friends fist with his own. ]

Same to you, buddy.

[ And then, he gently shoves Prompto by the shoulder. ]

For the record, you could never "put me off".

[prompto gets shoved over a bit, and the awkward stiffness is gone. he smiles--not his usual smile, but something a lot more genuine; soft around the edges, quiet, if anything.]

...you don't know how much it means to me that you would say that.

[he's grateful, that his life has managed to turn itself around somehow, so that now he's around people that care for him, as opposed to how it was, growing up.]

You're subscribed to me for a lifetime now, yeah?

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