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[noctis had ordered pizza for the night and prompto felt downright queasy about it. he argued that he didn't have his medicine with him, for his lactose intolerance, but noctis--ever the wonderful boyfriend--ordered one half of the pizza without any cheese. usually, prompto wouldn't protest, and this time is no different, but he's slowly panicking. is he expected to eat half of a pizza? that's so much.]

[in the end, he ate two slices, claiming afterwards that he wasn't too hungry to begin with. the movie on the television plays on, but prompto's barely paying any attention to it anymore; seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours, and he's tapping at legs at the cushions and at his arms with his fingers, unable to stay still.]

[eventually he excuses himself to the bathroom with a cheery call for 'gotta pee! don't pause the movie!' hoping that noctis would be as unaware as usual to the fact that prompto takes longer--that prompto takes ten minutes in the bathroom, feeling sick of himself, his throat raw, bile on his tongue as he spits the last vestiges of food from his saliva into the toilet.]

[he flushes the toilet just as he stands up, irritable at himself and aiming for the sink to wash his face]

[ Noct is generally on top of making sure the food he gets is okay for Prompto. From the time they first started being friends, he’d learned about his sensitivity to dairy, so he makes sure to always order pizza with non-dairy cheese byproduct. It’s been fine in the past, and so Noctis initially thinks nothing of it. Prompto isn’t all that hungry, he’ll eat more later.

And even if Prompto has seemed a bit picky as of late, he hasn’t paid much mind; Noctis skips meals unintentionally all the time. Out of laziness, but he always stuffs his face at some point. And usually with his boyfriend.

Prompto is up and running before Noctis can even turn his head. But he listens, casually waving Prompto off to do his thing. He ends up having to pause the movie eventually, because it’s getting cold and he wants a sweater from his closet.

It’s when he gets up to grab it that he hears muffled sounds of retching and spitting. Noct stops in the hallway, looking at the door. And he’s quiet for a second, looking at his phone to see that Prom has been in there a while.

And for some reason, he feels off. This feels off. Not right.

Concerned, Noctis lightly knocks on the door. ]

You alright in there?

[the knock on the door catches him off guard, and prompto jumps, startled, slamming his right hand into the tap]

--crap. [he hisses at himself, shaking his hand]

Yeah! Uh, I'll be just a sec. Playing Bejeweled and lost track of time.

[selling it]

[ He jolts when he hears the slam, eyes narrowing a bit because his gut feeling seems to get worse. And Prompto has this pretty distinct manner in which he dodges things. He can’t help but recall how Prompto hid his tattoo. ]

Right...

[ This just doesn’t feel right. But Noctis, for now, doesn’t press. Not while his boyfriend is in the bathroom. ]

I’ll keep the movie paused, ok?

[ And he walks back to the living room. Sitting down. He can’t concentrate yet. ]

[he makes an effort to rinse his mouth with water, then drying his face with a towel, before exiting the bathroom, glad that he's yet to trick his otherwise dumb boyfriend. noctis doesn't pay attention to detail; it's great.]

[but, soon as he gets back, he's all smiles as he settles on the couch again]

What did I miss?

[ In the meantime, Noctis is fussing on his phone, where he’s still looking at it when he answers. ]

The next ex Scott’s fighting is a chick.

[ He sets his phone down, grabbing the remote to start the movie up again. And he’s silent after that, pondering still on what he heard. Because if Prompto wasn’t feeling well, he would have told him by now. Wouldn’t he? Prompto is usually pretty open about that. And so, he starts to feel worried.

His eyes shift over to Prompto, voice calm. But concerned. ]

Are you sick?

[at this point, prompto's pretty comfortable on the couch, feet up and hugging a cushion]

[after a brief few seconds of panic, he keeps his cool]

Think the pizza I ate might have had some cheese. No big deal.

[dismissive hand wave]

[ Noctis looks at Promoto, brow perked. ]

“Some” cheese makes you throw up like that?

Look, don't judge!

[still playing it cool, pretending noctis isn't on to him]

Maybe the order was all messed up and they put cheese but didn't wanna make a new dough so just removed it and put more salsa on top, I don't know.

[he waves his hand dismissively]

[ Noctis doesn’t have his usual “not judging” rebuttal. He just sits there, looking at him. Because that gut feeling isn’t going anywhere, and Prompto is doing the same exact thing he did about the wristband. Save for jumping him as a distraction.

Honestly, he doesn’t know what to do. He felt like Prompto was weirdly easy to pick up, but he just thought his strength was getting better. ]

I guess.

[ And yeah, it sounds uncomfortable and suspicious. ]

[prompto thinks he's good to go, even if noctis doesn't sound all too convinced. he'll take what he can, ultimately feeling good about purging and not feeling uncomfortably bloated. he gets comfortable enough, at some point, to just focus on the tv and lie down on the couch, his feet over noctis' lap]

I don't like this Scott guy.

[he says as the movie progresses]

[ Noctis can’t even focus on the movie anymore. His mind is going a mile a minute, scrutinizing everything he’s starting to notice because he wouldn’t put something like this past Prompto. He’s always been uncomfortable with his body, he knows about Prompto’s childhood. He just hopes he’s wrong.

Noct stares down at Prompto’s feet, starting to progressively feel even more worried because there are like, twelve red flags here. ]

You’re dodging

[ Screw the movie. ]

Are we-- talking 'bout the movie...?

[he really was focusing; he turns his eyes from the movie and then back at noctis, pointing at the screen, and then back, staring]

[his pizza remains basically untouched, all them slices growing cold]

[ Bad subject shift, he gets it. But Noctis has no idea how to approach this. ]

I’m not talking about the movie.

[ Which should say that he’s talking about the subject Prompto so willingly skipped over. His gaze is set, eyes on Prompto and expression completely firm. ]

[one of those moments. prompto sighs and sits up, legs crossed]

If it's about the pizza, I'll eat it later. It's no big deal.

[he presses forward, a hand over noctis' cheek, and presses a kiss to his lips. he's finding a way out of this conversation. worked once, it'll work again, right?]

[ Noctis needs time to process his words, because he honestly doesn’t know how to handle this. But he doesn’t want to upset Prompto either. His mind keeps reeling, moving quickly despite his indifferent expression. But Prompto seeks to stop that, it seems. And Noctis identifies it as yet another red flag.

Oh, but he’s so tempted. Noctis is an absolute sucker for Prompto, and he’s so close to returning it but—]

Prompto.

[ He places his hands at Prompto’s chest, gently pushing him away. Now he’s visibly worried. ]

What is going on?

[woah-- that didn't work out. noctis finally has a backbone??]

Uh.

[prompto blinks at him, mostly confused but also concerned. he doesn't want noctis finding out. but he also doesn't really understand that this is an issue that would show concern.]

You're worried about me for something, I guess?

[ He’s far too suspicious now to be delicate. That’s obviously not worked in the past, and Noctis went weeks without knowing about Prompto’s mark. This seems to be the same, and now he has to wonder what else Prompto is hiding out of fear of judgment.

So, he stiffens up a bit, wearing a stern, but worried expression. ]

You forced it, didn’t you? In the bathroom.

All I did was win over tons of top scores in Bejeweled.

[his story isn't adding up. he tosses a cushion at noctis, trying to relax again with his feet up on the other's lap.]

Told ya that cheese makes me sick, and I dunno, been feelin' queasy since Christmas dinner I guess.

You barely touched Christmas dinner. Didn’t eat when I came over either before that, after work.

[ And yeah, Prompto didn’t eat the rest of the day. Noct is immovable. ]

Dude.

[prompto starts, not feeling comfortable with this conversation]

Sometimes I don't feel like eating, big deal.

[ Noctis furrows his brow a bit there, looking absolutely taken aback by that response. Prompto says it like it’s not a problem, and suddenly he feels cold. Because that’s a scary thing his boyfriend just said. Noctis shifts to face Prompto on the couch, tense. ]

What?

That doesn’t make any sense. You can’t just stop eating. How long have you been doing this?

Woah, aren't you just jumping to conclusions?

[he knows what he said, but he didn't mean it like noctis should immediately infer that prompto isn't eating on purpose. did noctis already have ideas in his head? prompto needs to find a way to spin out of this one.]

Aren't you sometimes too tired to eat? Happens after work for me. Or like, after cooking all that stuff for Christmas, I really felt like I had eaten enough just from lookin' at the stuff.

It's fine anyway. I still eat breakfast and throughout the day.

And throw it up later.

[ Noctis did have some preconceived notions, but all of the red flags being raised here are just making him feel more sure. A lot of things Prompto does, right down to the obsessive working out, just seems to direct him in a fine line. He’s starting to get heated because it’s like this event an issue for Prompto and he’s defensive.

So Noctis is unmoving, expression no longer soft and now serious. Noctis glances down, catching a glimpse of Prompto’s hands. His fingers are red, and he snatches one. Taking a close look, he sees indents where his teeth once were. Now that he’s gotten a look at his complexion, he’s noticing red, signs that he’s sure aren’t normal. ]

How much weight have you lost?

[noctis snatches as his hands and prompto wants to protest, doing so in curling his fingers onto the other's hand, now sitting up. he doesn't know what noctis sees, and if he's found something that he's been trying to find, he says nothing of it. prompto remains unfazed.]

[until noctis asks how much weight he's lost, and there's a rather ironic change to his tone. prompto smiles, as if wishing someone would have noticed earlier and asked him about]

Eight pounds in the last two weeks. I know it's not much, but I'm closing down on 120 pounds. Just four more and I'll be there!

12/28

CW for bulimia;;;

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