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[ He feels the frost before he sees it, and he swallows hard. Prompto is breathing, though, and that's the important part. Even if he couldn't protect Prompto from the hurt and the fear, he can soothe it as much as he can.

... At least, he can try. ]

Yeah. 'Course. Can't leave our baby all alone, right?

[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.]

You got the tent still?

[ And Noctis holds him that much closer, scared that if he lets go, Prompto will disappear into thin air. Silly, considering he was the one who did that, when he went into the Crystal--but Prompto had just been caught up in a blizzard, one of his own creation.

He realizes he can't lose Prompto. It's a realization that nearly knocks the breath out of him. Prompto's always been important; for Astrals' sake, he's Noctis's best friend. But after Prompto had been so hard to find, after he'd nearly worried himself to death... he realizes, maybe it's more than that. ]

I don't go anywhere without it.

[ His thumbs brush small circles along Prompto's arms. ]

Just gotta find the perfect place to set it up.

...Okay.

[If he's a knot of dread and terror, it's like someone's finally let go of the two pulled ends of string. Prompto doesn't unwind, not yet, but now he can without breaking.

'Let's hide out in the tent somewhere' is the vaguest seed of a plan, but it's somewhere to go. It's familiar; it's seen them through fun times and not-so-fun, held their card games and Gladio's snoring and Noct's groaning at waking up.

Breathing becomes something he can control once more instead of the bare minimum his body needs to take care of to stay conscious. They're okay. It's going to be okay.]

S-sorry I made you come find me. I didn't mean to worry you...

[ The apology makes his heart ache painfully. It's a knife twisted deep in his heart, and Noctis swallows hard. ]

Prompto... you don't have to apologize, okay? You're my best friend. I'll always come find you.

No matter what.

[Oh.

It's too close--Zegnautus Keep is too close to him now, with the broken MTs in the blizzard and the mist and Ardyn Izunia out there somewhere, architect of it all. Prompto presses his face into Noct's shoulder, nods, and says nothing.

And because he says nothing, a soft sniffle ends up being his answer.]

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