[ There's a delay thanks to that first line, as it hits him like a slap to the face. The thought "What about me?" rings through his head. He definitely remembers telling Prompto he was like a brother to him. Noah didn't just admit those sorts of things at a whim. It meant something.
You don't matter, the darker voice in his mind says. You're not blood. You're just some throwaway trash that people pass around because you're too stubborn to die. And it was true, wasn't it? His parents threw him out, his extended family didn't want him, Ari left him to help her real family. And now that Prompto has a real brother, he's probably going to...]
whatever.
[He tosses his phone aside. He won't be responding to any messages.]
[hopefully prompto will some day learn how to words better. the pressure that comes with having a brother by blood is a new concept to him altogether; maybe one day he'll come to realize that being someone's brother, regardless of there being a familial relationship or not, is exactly the same. there's no "pressure" to speak of.]
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oh shut up!
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[after a moment]
i feel a bit awkward around him sometimes
he's a lot of what i'm not? cool and collected and calm
..but i do think he likes me
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im glad.
he should like you.
youre a great brother.
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...but thanks
i'll do my best
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You don't matter, the darker voice in his mind says. You're not blood. You're just some throwaway trash that people pass around because you're too stubborn to die. And it was true, wasn't it? His parents threw him out, his extended family didn't want him, Ari left him to help her real family. And now that Prompto has a real brother, he's probably going to...]
whatever.
[He tosses his phone aside. He won't be responding to any messages.]
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noah??
[confused... he'll get to this later]
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