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[ He makes sure to give Prompto the support he needs, wrapping his arm around him. ]

Oh boy, you’re full of jokes today aren’t you?

[ Prompto, you are bandaged and beat up, in need of crutches. You can’t make it to work. ]

[he pouts. he just wants to get to the chair...]

I was being serious.

[he hops towards the chair with noctis's help, but even then his movements are rather clumsy. they did give him painkillers.]

[ Noctis is visibly frustrated. But he doesn’t raise his voice, he doesn’t get testy. But he’s firm. ]

Yeah, I gathered that much.

Prompto, you’re limping. I’m putting my foot down on this, you’re not going to work. I’m serious.

[he's clearly about to refute noctis, but as the words sink in, prompto deflates and falls back on the chair--relieved, almost.]

If you say so. ...guess I could do with a break.

[his injured leg is outstretched; he stares at the bandages, then up at noctis]

Kinda wanna go home. Could you see if the doctor's around...?

[ Noctis’ tension dies. Relieved that Prompto has conceded. Honestly, he’s proud of Prompto for agreeing. With a sigh to show it, he pats Prompto’s back and kisses his temple. ]

On it.

[ He gives him one last pat before walking out. He finds the doctor and gets the information necessary; Prompto is free to go pending sending out his prescriptions. It’s the most he can get info-wise. Noctis pays the bill and snatches some crutches, meeting Prom back in his room. It’s not long until he’s discharged to go.

On their way out, Noctis stays close. ]

You good?

[it's not the first time he's used crutches, unsurprisingly, so he gets the hang of them pretty quick. it's like getting back on a bicycle after years of not doing so. he walks alongside noctis, crutches first, then his feet.]

[the doctor most likely advised that prompto sleeps and rests up, the reason for his fall being exhaustion. you can tell it in his eyes, with the bags under them, with the way he reacts a little bit slower. he offered noctis sleeping pills in case sleeping was a problem, but really it's just prompto overworking himself.]

[he hums at the question, walking out towards the car]

Yeah. Stings a bit.

Were you doing anything when I texted you?

[ Noctis is fully aware it’s because of exhaustion. He’s seen it in the way he walks, the way he interacts. It’s obvious that his injuries are due to it, but he’ll wait to bring that up when they’re home.

Noctis unlocks the car door, opening the passenger side for Prompto. ]

Beating your high score in King’s Knight. Which I did.

[he sticks his tongue out, getting inside the car in a swift movement and loading up the crutches between his legs, closing the door and waiting for noctis to get inside.]

Can we play some when we get there?

[ Noctis gets in the car, smirking lopsided to his bragging. It fades into a normal smile as he puts on his seatbelt and starts the engine. ]

Sure.

Specs has probably made lunch about now. Sandwiches, I think.

[ Because he’s going to continue encouraging Prompto to eat. ]

I gotta have something to eat with the medicine.

[he knows this to be truth, because the doctor told him that it's a pretty heavy dose.]

Does he know I'm headin' home with you?

I called him before I picked you up.

[ Which basically means yes. Noctis starts driving onto the road, headed for the penthouse. He smiles with relief that Prompto intends to eat something.

Once they get to the first light, Noctis starts: ]

I think you’re overdoing it, you know. You got home so late from your last shift, you couldn’t have gotten more than three hours of sleep.

[he gives noctis a tired look. not because it sounds like he's nagging, but rather because he is tired, and the plush seats of the car and the barely-there hum of the engine is doing wonders in lulling him to sleep.]

Yeah... Some of m'hours get a little crazy, I guess.

Soon as a full-time opportunity comes up I'm dropping the rest though.

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