[Prompto repeats it in a breathy whisper, half-laughing in his amazement.]

I'm your boyfriend.

[He sits in that for a second, memorizing the rise and fall of Noct's breath, the warmth of his face in his hair, and then wiggles his fingers free just so he can curl his arms around Noct instead and burrow in.]

Nope. Still sounds like a dream or something. You, me, the stars... It's all right out of a movie. This stuff doesn't happen for real. But don't wake me up?