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...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...

[nightcure]

[ 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.

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[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.]