[certain things don't add up, like why noctis retaliated against him in the train, seemingly out of nowhere. but with the weight of noctis's arms around him and the otherwise trend to push away, prompto thinks he can do without thinking too hard about that one mystery. it might come into place one day, but for now what matters is that noctis knows who he is--what he is, where he comes from, and still pulls him close rather than lash out at him.]

[noctis is a gentle soul, the kindest of all, and all prompto has ever wanted is to be worthy of being at his side. his unknown origins now unfolded and the truth of his reality had made him think he wasn't worthy of such a thing.]

[he presses closer into the embrace, feeling lighter and like he isn't choking on air--which is not entirely a nice thing, since this only means that he's crying a bit more freely now, snot at all.]

[it makes him laugh shakily as he pulls his head up and rests his chin on the other's shoulder. this position is kinda awkward--but he wants to bask in it for a bit longer, selfishly so.]

I'm still sorry I didn't say anything sooner.

[he offers that, then remains quiet for a minute, before pulling back, rubbing at his face and sniffling for good measure.]

I thought... I could've swept it under the rug for as long as you weren't caught up with what had happened. Pretend everything was fine. I didn't stop to think it was hurtin' you, too.

--didn't want it to be your burden. [head bowed, he feels ashamed] But ... guess I messed that up, too.

[biting his lip, he glances up.]

You're my best friend too. You're the best friend I could have ever asked for. I wanna be the best you could have asked for, too.

[this is getting into very lame, sappy territory. but prompto's a #scorpio and this is his life]