[Any other time, he'd laugh. Right now he only manages a louder breath as he curls closer. There's an us. They're we.]
Okay. Okay.
[It's like the news exploded his ability to think or do anything--to be anything--across the earth in a fine, undifferentiated spray. Now, here in Noct's arms, there's enough scooped together to start to draw the rest back in.
He's not nothing. He's Prompto Argentum. He has his best friend right here. Nothing in the entire world is more important.]
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Okay. Okay.
[It's like the news exploded his ability to think or do anything--to be anything--across the earth in a fine, undifferentiated spray. Now, here in Noct's arms, there's enough scooped together to start to draw the rest back in.
He's not nothing. He's Prompto Argentum. He has his best friend right here. Nothing in the entire world is more important.]
You got the tent still?