[despite hearing the words that he's wanted to hear--of acceptance and reassurance--prompto still fidgets, somewhat unnerved; he scratches at his hand, nervously, then at the back of his head when embarrassment overtakes his nerves.]
[but although he feels embarrassed, there's a hint of a smile on his features--amidst the sniffles and the remaining tears that he makes a point of rubbing off with the back of his hand.]
[that's all you have to be.]
[for most of his life, he's tried so much to not be something that would otherwise cast others away, especially in these past five years of being noctis's best friend. his hand curled into a fist, he lightly bumps at the other's side, a gentle gesture practiced between them and the other two members of their retinue during their roadtrip.]
...thanks. It, uh, means a lot.
[knowing that he can be freed of having to hide the mark on his wrist, who he is... it's like a 20 year old weight has been lifted from his chest.]
at least it wasn't ten
[but although he feels embarrassed, there's a hint of a smile on his features--amidst the sniffles and the remaining tears that he makes a point of rubbing off with the back of his hand.]
[that's all you have to be.]
[for most of his life, he's tried so much to not be something that would otherwise cast others away, especially in these past five years of being noctis's best friend. his hand curled into a fist, he lightly bumps at the other's side, a gentle gesture practiced between them and the other two members of their retinue during their roadtrip.]
...thanks. It, uh, means a lot.
[knowing that he can be freed of having to hide the mark on his wrist, who he is... it's like a 20 year old weight has been lifted from his chest.]
Did -- you see Ardyn, in the safehouse?