[Oops. Prompto freezes in the act of reaching for Akira's shoulder once again, a jumble of denial--no, no, that isn't right, there's no way you'd be more good to anyone dead, you're a good kid, 'Kira--and understanding, deeply pained sympathy.
The way the other guy says Akira's name, though, Prompto knows instantly he's been trespassing on something private. Something precious.]
Um.
[The baby chickens are peeping, scattering from the stranger in the door. Akira's hurting. The redhead kid's upset. And all Prompto can do is hold this moment for them and keep it as secret as it isn't, now. Now that it's been said.
So he doesn't say anything and pulls his hand back.]
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The way the other guy says Akira's name, though, Prompto knows instantly he's been trespassing on something private. Something precious.]
Um.
[The baby chickens are peeping, scattering from the stranger in the door. Akira's hurting. The redhead kid's upset. And all Prompto can do is hold this moment for them and keep it as secret as it isn't, now. Now that it's been said.
So he doesn't say anything and pulls his hand back.]