[It's that moment alone in Zegnautus Keep all over again, when Noct came to him in all sincerity and apology and Prompto, like a genius, asked, 'For what?' And Noct told him, and what Prompto said was,
'You sounded like a real king for a second.'
He can still remember the silence that came after, the weight of the kingdom crumbling down around them, and Noct just sighed.
'Better late than never.'
Right now, right this second, Akira sounds just like Noct did then. Prompto looks at his feet, at his hands, at the wrist that even now, after everything he's been through, remains hidden away. And he takes a deep breath and rocks in his seat a little, lifting his eyes up past Akira to the wall.]
You know, you can tell me if I said something wrong, right? I won't get upset. You don't even have to tell me why unless you think it'd help. We all... We've all got our hangups. ...Things we don't want other people to see.
[His left hand's wrapped around his right wrist, like even the leather isn't thick enough on its own.
Just like Noct, Akira absorbed that unintentional hurt and vanished it like it wasn't there, like Prompto didn't catch it. He did Prompto that kindness. And Prompto doesn't want it, doesn't want kind, not when it comes with pain like that. He chuckles faintly and drops his chin.]
It's probably weird coming from a guy you barely even know, but seriously. I get it. And I won't ask about it, not unless you want to tell me. [Only now does he let out a breath and relax a little, meeting Akira's gaze once more.] Okay? No questions, period.
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'You sounded like a real king for a second.'
He can still remember the silence that came after, the weight of the kingdom crumbling down around them, and Noct just sighed.
'Better late than never.'
Right now, right this second, Akira sounds just like Noct did then. Prompto looks at his feet, at his hands, at the wrist that even now, after everything he's been through, remains hidden away. And he takes a deep breath and rocks in his seat a little, lifting his eyes up past Akira to the wall.]
You know, you can tell me if I said something wrong, right? I won't get upset. You don't even have to tell me why unless you think it'd help. We all... We've all got our hangups. ...Things we don't want other people to see.
[His left hand's wrapped around his right wrist, like even the leather isn't thick enough on its own.
Just like Noct, Akira absorbed that unintentional hurt and vanished it like it wasn't there, like Prompto didn't catch it. He did Prompto that kindness. And Prompto doesn't want it, doesn't want kind, not when it comes with pain like that. He chuckles faintly and drops his chin.]
It's probably weird coming from a guy you barely even know, but seriously. I get it. And I won't ask about it, not unless you want to tell me. [Only now does he let out a breath and relax a little, meeting Akira's gaze once more.] Okay? No questions, period.