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[nightcure]

make sure he doesn't hurt you

he says he won't seek you out or anything but i don't know how much i believe that

[photoshooter]

he never wanted me he jkust wanted to hurt you

noct we cant stay there

[nightcure]

and he used you to do it.

i'm not letting that happen again.

where are we supposed to go?

[photoshooter]

i dont know

i thought we were safe befroe bc we were here but i dont know what do now

[nightcure]

if he causes trouble i won't hesitate to fight him

he can't do whatever he wants here

i won't let him.

[photoshooter]

DONT please dont

gladio adn i both hit him and he got up ike he didn't even notice noct please dont

[nightcure]

wait when did you and gladio fight him

[photoshooter]

crystal

[nightcure]

[ shit. ]

he didnt hurt you guys did he

[photoshooter]

no

[nightcure]

where are you

[photoshooter]

i don't know

[nightcure]

send me a pic of where you are

i'm gonna come find you

[photoshooter]

[Well, good hecking luck making anything out, Noct, because it looks like Prompto just took a phone picture of the middle of a godsdamned blizzard.]

[nightcure]

[ Oh my god. ]

wheres the last place u remember seeing

[photoshooter]

trees ?

[nightcure]

ok

ill try to find u

fast as i can

[photoshooter]

k

be caareful

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[nightcure]

i will

[ ... and eventually, Noctis finds him. It's hard to see in the blizzard, but Prompto will feel Noctis's hands on his arms. When he speaks, his voice is shaky, but his grip is firm.

Not enough to hurt, but to let Prompto know he's here. ]

C'mon, buddy, we need to get you moving, okay?

I can't stop

[photoshooter]

[The snow and wind aren't cold at all. The blizzard clearly isn't real; it doesn't even disperse the mist.

Prompto, on the other hand, is frozen to the touch and shivering, hands jammed into his armpits in a feeble attempt to keep warm.]

W-what? ...Noct?

nyehehehe

[nightcure]

[ Shit. Noctis takes his jacket off and puts it around Prompto's shoulders. Gently, he wraps his arms around him and coaxes him to his feet. ]

Yeah. It's me. I'm here, I'm not leaving.

[photoshooter]

[Up he goes. Prompto doesn't put up any fight.]

Oh. You're r-real this time.

[nightcure]

[ He stiffens a little. This time. But he needs to be here, be warm and present for Prompto, so he lets it go and holds him close. He rubs at Prompto's arms lightly. ]

Yeah. 'Course I am.

[ He takes a step, hoping Prompto'll walk along with him. ]

[photoshooter]

[He does. It's a relief finally to be where he belongs. He's not really thinking of much else.]

You're n... not cold?

[nightcure]

Nah, not really.

[ He keeps Prompto walking, because that's what Izunia said would help. He's still rubbing at Prompto's arms. ]

You're freezing, though.