[ Noctis exhales a bit of a laugh. At the very least, there's a relief in seeing that Prompto is at least well enough to joke around. It's not fun seeing a sick Prompto at all, so of course he's been worried.
Prompto is incredibly warm, a hell of a lot closer than what he's used to. It's not the first time they've shared a bed, but this is entirely different. It's... Weird. It feels like they fit together perfectly, and Prompto's weight against him is comforting and calming. Even if he feels a touch riled at it.
His smile only briefly fades to Prompto's request, mostly because he's ever cautious. Being this close drags up plenty of feelings, certainly temptation to say something or at least reflect on what has been going through his head. Should he tell him? Is he really sure he feels a certain way here?
Noctis hesitates a second, hand hovering over Prompto's head. ]
Yeah. Sure thing.
[ They've been this affectionate before, but it just seems so different right now. To Noctis only, he's sure. He lowers his head on Prompto's head finally, carefully carding his fingers through blonde locks. Soft, without product because he poor guy has been in bed all day. He can't focus on the television because he's finding himself reveling in this closeness and tempted to open his mouth.
Like.
"Hey, can... We talk about something?"
But the words run dry on his tongue. He can't even open his mouth when intending to be remotely honest. So, he simply focuses on this. On lightly dragging fingers across his best friend's scalp, massaging him and not at all feeling even remotely platonic or hetero right now. ]
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Prompto is incredibly warm, a hell of a lot closer than what he's used to. It's not the first time they've shared a bed, but this is entirely different. It's... Weird. It feels like they fit together perfectly, and Prompto's weight against him is comforting and calming. Even if he feels a touch riled at it.
His smile only briefly fades to Prompto's request, mostly because he's ever cautious. Being this close drags up plenty of feelings, certainly temptation to say something or at least reflect on what has been going through his head. Should he tell him? Is he really sure he feels a certain way here?
Noctis hesitates a second, hand hovering over Prompto's head. ]
Yeah. Sure thing.
[ They've been this affectionate before, but it just seems so different right now. To Noctis only, he's sure. He lowers his head on Prompto's head finally, carefully carding his fingers through blonde locks. Soft, without product because he poor guy has been in bed all day. He can't focus on the television because he's finding himself reveling in this closeness and tempted to open his mouth.
Like.
"Hey, can... We talk about something?"
But the words run dry on his tongue. He can't even open his mouth when intending to be remotely honest. So, he simply focuses on this. On lightly dragging fingers across his best friend's scalp, massaging him and not at all feeling even remotely platonic or hetero right now. ]
... This good?