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[prompto stays up, watching noctis finish getting it done, and then grins big, offering him thumbs up]

Great job, dude.

[and, now he belatedly considers laying down]

Hey. Catch!

[by which he means allowing himself to fall forward off the chair over on noctis. this is going to end bad, but at least the bed's behind them.]

[ He switches on the AC, relieved to hear it power on. Prompto needs cool air to keep his fever down, and it's just general principal here. While Noctis isn't bothered by Prompto's accommodations much anymore, there's still a lot left to be desired here in terms of quality of life.

But he doesn't focus much on that. Not when his attention is caught and he sees Prompto doing a goddamn trust-fall without much warning. ]

Hh--!

[ He opens his arms reflexively, catching Prompto. But he's weak as hell and immediately falls back on the bed with a loud "ooof!!!" ]

Gah--

Jeez, dude.

[prompto does a satisfied, victorious whoop in the air with his fist, then laughs, rolling off noctis and onto the bed, allowing himself to close his eyes and bask under the cool air of the air conditioner]

Knew I could trust you.

[now that he's in bed, he feels positively exhausted]

[cracking an eye open, he asks] --any plans coming here?

[ It takes a second for Noctis to catch his breath, but he gets it. Noctis snorts with a little smile as he shakes his head and crawls on the bed beside Prompto. Wouldn't hurt to relax, and he's honestly putting everything in the back of his mind. Honestly? Even with what's going on in his head, just being around Prompto is good enough. He enjoys his company more than anyone else's.

He sits up against the wall, pushing his bangs from his eyes. Noctis turns his head to Prompto. ]

Just wanted to check on you. I noticed you were out of OJ last time I was here, so...

[ He shrugs as to say "I was concerned" in less ways. ]

[prompto turns on his side, reaching for a pillow. please give it to him.]

I guess since you're already here, we might as well do somethin', huh? [he smiles, but closes his eyes. remains quiet a while, perhaps he drifted to sleep?]

[but no.]

Wanna watch a movie? There's popcorn in the cupboard.

We can.

[ He hands Prompto his pillow, adjusting a bit so he's half-laying on the bed and half seated against the wall. Noctis looks down at Prompto, head tilted when he's sure Prompto is drifting off. He's about to say something, but Prompto speaks before he can question: ]

Ah--

[ Noctis smiles. ]

Sure. I'll get the popcorn going.

[ He hands Prompto the remote. ]

Pick whatever. Could totally go for a thriller.

[ Noctis slides off the bed to start getting that popcorn going. ]

[good thing cheap tvs are a thing, and quite honestly, he's leeching off of noctis' netflix password. prompto resettles on the bed, against the wall on the side, scrambling under the sheets as he gets their movie time ready and going.]

[he glances through the list. it's a testament to how off it he is, due to him being sick, if only because he is more quiet than usual.]

Oh, hey, my alarm's gonna go any second now. I got another medicine in the drawer I gotta take.

[ The microwave softly beeps as he sets the time, closing the door of it and hitting start. While the popcorn is heated up, Noctis acknowledges the warning. ]

Got it.

[ And he knows exactly which drawer. Noctis grabs the pill bottle and opens it, popping one pill from its confines before grabbing a bottle of water. While the timer goes for the popcorn, he waltzes over to hand Prompto his pill and his glass. ]

How's your temperature?

Cool. Since I'm a cool dude.

[he takes the bottle and medicine, grateful for it, and gets himself medicated. these are the sleepy variety, so he'll unfortunately be knocked out soon. he'll take what he can.]

[capping the bottle once more, he tosses it on the bed and presses his face onto the pillow, lying down comfortably.]

Being sick sucks, though. Fixing the AC is one thing, lying in bed waiting for relief is another. [quietly] Thanks, Noct.

[ Noctis snickers. ]

Cool as a cucumber.

[ He turns on his heel to the kitchen to grab a bowl, listening to Prompto. And of course, he knows plenty about being sick. So he nods in agreement. ]

Being sick does suck. But it looks like you should be 100% soon. Color's come back to your face, at least

[ The microwave beeps, and Noctis grabs the bag of popcorn to pour it in the bowl. He comes around, kicking off his shoes in the process to lay down on the bed beside his friend. ]

Find anything good?

Hate the groggy feeling for hours.

[he stretches, giving noctis room to sit on; it's not as big a bed as the one at noct's place, but they manage to squeeze in just fine. he passes the controller over to noctis, not even making an effort for the popcorn.]

Y'ever seen Twin Peaks? That or X-Files. Old thrillers, good thrillers.

Yeah, worst part about taking medicine. But it does the job.

[ You need your rest, Prom.

But Noctis accepts the remote and flips through a few other options. He sets the popcorn aside for now, adjusting to get comfortable . ]

Haven't seen Twin Peaks. Let's go for that.

[ Boop. Flicks it on. ]

It's gonna be weird. Brace yourself for unsettling imagery and comedy in the most unexpected of places.

[prompto gets comfortable on the pillows and stretches his arms a bit, before turning on his side, looking at the screen]

[the cheesy 90's music and cinematography comes on, and prompto finds comfort in the warm colors and grainy images. so much for HD.]

[after a moment of silence...] Thanks, for the company, dude.

I'm down for weird.

[ Noct is a huge fan of psychological thrillers and the like. So macabre or even abstract forms of entertainment pique his interests. He listens to Prompto's warning and enjoys the opening, idly partaking in the popcorn.

He looks down at Prompto, smiling a touch. Noctis is silent for a moment, looking down briefly to hide the bit of warmth that he feels. It's hard to ignore it now, especially with his best friend so close.

For now, he shoves it down. Noctis ruffles at Prompto's hair playfully, but gently. ]

Anytime.

Having you at the hospital made things a whole lot less miserable. I owe you.

[he hardly registers the hair ruffling; it's comfortable here, with the air conditioner kicking in and making it chilly, with the soft, jazz tunes of the 90s filtering from the tv, and the warmth from noctis.]

[it makes him blink awake, that's what]

[prompto looks up slightly, turning over his shoulder to see noctis, before readjusting himself so he's partly on top of the other. at least it's more comfortable than a pillow, for sure.]

I told ya, you would have done the same for me had you been in my shoes. I'm not gonna hold you as that being a necessary aspect of being my friend, so like... I'm not holding you friend-hostage over that, 'kay?

[ For a second, he's adjusted. Calm and relaxed where they are. So while it's not bad that Prompto has essentially adjusted himself so he's draped on top of Noctis, it still comes as a bit of a surprise. He's proud that he doesn't flinch, but his stomach is certainly twisting and fluttering for a hot minute.

Still, he adjusts. Noctis wears a smile when he looks down at Prompto, patting at his back. ]

I'm not being held hostage? Well that changes everything.

[ See how he's not moving though? You're fine, Prom. ]

It better or I'd be very cross.

[the 90s series is cheesy, in visuals and in audio; it feels like an afternoon of being at home, alone, sun shining through the window and keeping him warm as he binged over tv shows while he tried to keep himself entertained as a kid.]

[it's nice to have that shift a bit, with the company of a friend he cares so very much about]

'm sick, pet my head.

[he liked the ruffling]

[ 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. ]

... This good?

[none of these worries go through prompto's head, because prompto isn't capable of much thinking. any other time, he would perhaps feel a speck of embarrassment, maybe even shame. as things are, he feels only exceptional contentment in his sick daze.]

Yeahmm.

[it's muffled onto noctis' chest, and his eyes beg closing, even if he's trying his hardest to keep them open.]

'nks.

[ He's got the strongest suspicion that Prompto will be falling asleep any second now. The medicine he's on surely makes him ridiculously drowsy, and with how he's damn-near dead weight on Noctis, he seems comfortable. He doesn't at all stop running his fingers through Prompto's hair, and he softly smiles when his friend struggles to speak. ]

Hah.

[ The chuckle is soft and meek. Noctis feels his face flush. ]

Anytime.

[ He can't help but enjoy this. Noctis feels this odd wave of comfort and care wash through him, the slightest pang to his chest because it's not the first time they've been this close, but something about this position seems heavier. And maybe it's just him, but he's oddly happy with this. Careful as he is. Noctis allows his other arm to drape around Prompto, holding him close.

"You really need to think about it. Before someone gets hurt..."

He thinks about that advice a lot. Thinks about Ardyn's warning a lot. There have been plenty who seem to know there is something different about the bond he and Prompto share, and even if he's somewhat scared to follow through on the encouragement many have given him? He's terrified it'll make things weird.

Still...

In this moment, in the warmth and silence that follows Noctis comforting his friend and holding him? He feels the slightest sliver of strength to let the next words fall out: ]

Hey... Prompto?

[ He's probably asleep. Noctis isn't even certain he'll be able to say it. ]

[the arm draped over him doesn't feel like anything except warm comfort; the dull sounds and the even breathing--]

[prompto jolts awake slightly when noctis speaks up. he mumbles something incoherent, squirming slightly on his side, but he doesn't do a general effort to move away from where he is.]

Hmm? Yeah?

[he's not all there]

[ There's a brief moment that Noctis lifts up his hand from Prompto's back and hair, feeling him shift about, and the last thing he wants to do is make it awkward. What if this is too much? What if this makes him too obvious? ]

Ah...

[ It appears to be a false alarm. But Noctis retracts in on himself quick when that confidence immediately leaves him. Despite his hands resting back on Prompto's back and head, he shakes his head. ]

Mm.

Nothing. It's not important.

[ He can't say it. Not yet. And instead, he simply continues to pet Prompto's hair. His gaze shifts to the side, a bit dejected and disappointed in himself. ]

Just get some rest.

Edited 2017-09-24 03:53 (UTC)

[prompto stretches his legs, making a small whistled out sound from between his teeth. it's a soft sound, as he accommodates himself again comfortably. just get some rest, says noctis, and prompto, in his sleepy, sick-dazed mind, takes it as permission and a word of authority to simply... rest]

[his eyes close and his shoulders relax, breathing evening out.]

[he needs the rest]

[ Noctis doesn't move when Prompto does, wanting to make sure he's as comfortable as possible. And once he's settled, he'll let his arm rest against his friend. It's... Nice. Being this close, feeling Prompto's steadied breathing. He's warm and his hair is soft.

Gods, he just...

The more he looks at him, the stronger those feelings get. Noctis feels as though his heart is swelling, and it's painful because as much as he wants Prompto to know, he just can't say it.

Noctis notes the telltale sign of sleep by Prompto's heavy breathing and the way he seems to give way against him. He idly reaches forward for a moment, pulling the blanket over them so Prompto can sleep in comfortable warmth. A glimpse of Prompto's face, sleeping and relaxed, and his stomach twists.

He wants to tell him so badly...

A tilt of his head truly confirms that he's asleep, and Noctis knows it's a risk but he has to try. Maybe if he just...

Noctis closes his eyes, speaking quietly and softly. Only speaking because he's certain Prompto won't hear. ]

I think...

I think I'm falling for you. And I'm sorry...

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