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“I need some fresh air too.”
Prompto rushed out of the camper house, leaving Ignis and Gladiolus in bewilderment.
He found Noctis down a dark alley. He was leaning against the wall, shadows concealed his face, his emotions unreadable.
Prompto walked up to him with caution until they were standing face to face. No one spoke for a moment, an awkward silence creeped between them.
Though Prompto knew all too clear what this was about. Several years of friendship has trained him to read this withdrawn prince’s mind, so he said, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry for saying stuff like that in front of the gang.”
The brunet spared a glance at him, yet remained silent.
He approached Noctis in a such gentle motion, like he’s trying to avoid disturbing a bloodthirsty beast in the bush.
He reached out to touch Noctis’ fingers, only to find no rejection did he have the courage to lock their hands tight.
Prompto paused for a second, burried his face into the curve of Noctis’ shoulder with hesitation. He quietly breathe against his skin, “Will you forgive me, prince?”
Anxiety started to grow in the blonde without the other’s response. Although they remained in this rather intimate posture. Noctis didn’t push him away, that must’ve meant something, Prompto thought to himself.
Noctis finally broke the silence while Prompto was debating whether he should push further.
“What…are we, Prompto?”
He felt his blood draining, his fingertips cold as ice. It has been harder and harder to hide his feelings towards his best friend ever since this trip began —— the trip to his grande wedding.
Their casual relationship started not long before they departed from Crown city. Noctis would let him, but never responded much, which is also why they never really made it to the last step. He’d never been a vocal person, yet Prompto always thought he’s a bit too quiet for the occasion.
It took only a few words to kill the tipsy feeling that Prompto had been enjoying, to pull him back to the cold reality. His mind always told him that things could never work out between them, especially upon Noctis wedding Luna the oracle, but he’d be lying to say he never hoped that he had a chance.
The blonde used up all his strength only to force out a sad giggle, “What kind of question is that? We’re best friends aren’t we?” He glanced up at Noctis, sheepish for what he just said.
The prince didn’t seem too satisfied with the answer, but he wasn’t going to press any further. He signed, and reached his hand to quickly rub Prompto’s messy hair before he turned and walked towards the camper house , “We should head back inside.”
What he couldn’t see from behind was the blond boy’s trembling shoulders, and the tears he forced down.