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[ It seems both of them are keen on hiding. Noctis buries himself in Prompto, holding tight and afraid to let go. He's incredibly grateful for him, and even if it's hard to talk about this? It feels good to get it off his chest. Anything to make Prompto not feel so terrible. He doesn't deserve that feeling. ]

Figured... It'd come up eventually.

[ The grip on his shirt loosens, but his arms stay wrapped right around him. ]

Just... Stop kicking yourself. I'm not going anywhere.

That's because of you.

[prompto nods, this heavy feeling settling down for once and his chest feeling--lighter. so much lighter.]

[he pulls away, making sure there's a smile on his face. his hands press onto noctis's cheeks as if to dry up his tears.]

I won't.

[for noctis, he'll be strong.]

We both look like idiots, huh? And to think you got my clothes cleaned and pressed for me.

[ He's not exactly too closed in on himself to cry, but Noctis had actively tried to avoid it. His failure is obvious in the year-stricken face that Prompto holds in his hands. He sniffles, shifting his gaze to the ceiling to try and gather himself before looking back to his friend. Noctis scoffs. ]

It's because we're friends, stupid.

[ And then, he chuckles, weakly. Noctis holds gently to one of Prompto's wrists, looking down and shaking his head. ]

Yeah. We're both ridiculous.

Seems to be working for us, though.

[noctis doesn't push him away or anything, but rather seems to close the divide even more by confirming that, yes, they are friends; it's because they are friends that they can lean on each other, for something as trivial as laundry to something more complex, like life and death.]

[prompto feels something, worries straying from him]

[he puts his hands back down, on his lap, looking over at noctis with wonder. he feels small, suddenly, like maybe there's something he doesn't quite deserve.]

You don't mind?

[it must be asked, prompto thinks, despite the answer he already got; his heart is on his throat, suffocating him.]

...that I'm, just too much? All the time?

[hanging out here. crying on your shoulder. constantly questioning my importance.]

[ 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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