[ So this is it. Noctis doesn't actually have a game plan for what to do when Prompto shows it to him, and when he sees the letters and numbers printed on his arm he can't believe that he hadn't seen it before, even by accident. But he's studying the look on Prompto's face, the thoughts that must be in his head -- the trust he places in Noctis anyway.
His fingers trace lightly over the bars and numbers, this set of prints that hold such sway over his best friend's life. Noctis doesn't say anything for a long moment -- what is there to say that won't sound hollow or trite? ]
Kind of.
[ He says at length, in lieu of something more appropriate. But he gives his wrist a quick squeeze. ] But you're way more important than groceries, though.
[ You're a proper, real person, he wants to say, and his best friend in the world. ]
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Date: 2018-07-20 04:26 pm (UTC)His fingers trace lightly over the bars and numbers, this set of prints that hold such sway over his best friend's life. Noctis doesn't say anything for a long moment -- what is there to say that won't sound hollow or trite? ]
Kind of.
[ He says at length, in lieu of something more appropriate. But he gives his wrist a quick squeeze. ] But you're way more important than groceries, though.
[ You're a proper, real person, he wants to say, and his best friend in the world. ]