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hey hey hey! can't get to you right now but i will soon as i get the chance! 📸

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[mercurio]

[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]

[kittycaterer]

[ 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.

[mercurio]

[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]

[kittycaterer]

[ 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...