[he's sure that if he could see blue, the light blue threads of the cap would speak familiarity. but there's the stitching of that ugly wolf in the front, the worn down material on the curve of the cap, the C.S. on marker inside the cap that he holds on to like it's his last and only connection to a past he can't really change at all despite how much he yearns for it.]
[prompto's hold on it tightens, just as his face contorts into something silently emotional, but he's quick to put the cap on his head, hiding his face underneath it as chin touches collar.]
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[prompto's hold on it tightens, just as his face contorts into something silently emotional, but he's quick to put the cap on his head, hiding his face underneath it as chin touches collar.]
...thanks.
[he needs a moment]