[ He's not sure if he's "good", actually. It used to be that he could just easily ignore this whole awkward attraction thing. It would come and go in waves, where Noctis would experience it and just move on.
Now that he's coming to this shocking conclusion that it runs a lot deeper than just his sexual preference interrupting his day? It's just weird. And uncomfortable.
Mostly because he can't tell Prompto. ]
Yeah.
[ He clears his throat, still feeling a bit scratchy there from choking. ]
We're... Good.
[ Noctis rubs at his face as he slips away from the hand on his back. He tries not to make it obvious or dismissive, but the last thing he wants is to get flustered again. ]
So.
Games tonight or did you have something else in mind?
[ Please, let's just deviate away from the subject of what Prompto is wearing beneath his pants. ]
no subject
Now that he's coming to this shocking conclusion that it runs a lot deeper than just his sexual preference interrupting his day? It's just weird. And uncomfortable.
Mostly because he can't tell Prompto. ]
Yeah.
[ He clears his throat, still feeling a bit scratchy there from choking. ]
We're... Good.
[ Noctis rubs at his face as he slips away from the hand on his back. He tries not to make it obvious or dismissive, but the last thing he wants is to get flustered again. ]
So.
Games tonight or did you have something else in mind?
[ Please, let's just deviate away from the subject of what Prompto is wearing beneath his pants. ]