[ He does brush a knuckle against Kurama's wrist, his other hand gently brushing its fingertips against Goro's thigh...
... When it comes to the heavier topics, he's always felt more comfortable responding to other people's words, rather than initiating a conversation. A voice, muffled by his own thoughts, manages to find its way in--
People naturally gravitate to you for a good reason. But that doesn't mean you can't lean on others from time to time. Even leaders need a helping hand, and a respite.
... he never got to ask her what she meant by "good reason," and he can't seem to figure out what that is on his own. His hands roughly grip the blanket and he slowly moves to sit up. His words are below a whisper - softly breathed out. ]
... I screwed up.
[ When did it all change? What happened? Why can't he rewind himself? He made a promise... Not just to the four people in that attic, but to himself... even before they left the mall. ]
Kurama... overheard me saying something. I'm not even sure how much he heard...
[ He clenches his teeth for a moment. ]
... I am sorry. It was stupid... and careless. [ it had slipped out; Prompto felt like someone who wouldn't take his words personally, and yet... ] You two have been through enough. And it's not like I never planned to talk to you two, but...
[ A tired, humorless laugh as he releases those blankets. ]
The truth is... I hate feeling useless by comparison. And I know it's nothing either of you caused. It was all me. That feeling messed with my head before I even had a chance to realize it was happening. [ this time, the laugh has some bitterness in it ] It's been a while since I let myself feel inferior...
[ "let" himself...
He shakes his head. His next exhale is uneven. He needs to stop talking for now. If not for Kurama's insistence, he wouldn't have even said this much. He feels weak for letting his own emotions do this. Weak for letting things get to this point. And weak for feeling so affected by feeling weak.
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... When it comes to the heavier topics, he's always felt more comfortable responding to other people's words, rather than initiating a conversation. A voice, muffled by his own thoughts, manages to find its way in--
People naturally gravitate to you for a good reason. But that doesn't mean you can't lean on others from time to time. Even leaders need a helping hand, and a respite.
... he never got to ask her what she meant by "good reason," and he can't seem to figure out what that is on his own. His hands roughly grip the blanket and he slowly moves to sit up. His words are below a whisper - softly breathed out. ]
... I screwed up.
[ When did it all change? What happened? Why can't he rewind himself? He made a promise... Not just to the four people in that attic, but to himself... even before they left the mall. ]
Kurama... overheard me saying something. I'm not even sure how much he heard...
[ He clenches his teeth for a moment. ]
... I am sorry. It was stupid... and careless. [ it had slipped out; Prompto felt like someone who wouldn't take his words personally, and yet... ] You two have been through enough. And it's not like I never planned to talk to you two, but...
[ A tired, humorless laugh as he releases those blankets. ]
The truth is... I hate feeling useless by comparison. And I know it's nothing either of you caused. It was all me. That feeling messed with my head before I even had a chance to realize it was happening. [ this time, the laugh has some bitterness in it ] It's been a while since I let myself feel inferior...
[ "let" himself...
He shakes his head. His next exhale is uneven. He needs to stop talking for now. If not for Kurama's insistence, he wouldn't have even said this much. He feels weak for letting his own emotions do this. Weak for letting things get to this point. And weak for feeling so affected by feeling weak.
This is a damn mess. ]