[ Don't start with him, Prompto -- they both know you would've done the same if positions are reversed. It's not that Noctis doesn't like her, he does. She might be weird and not forthcoming, but there's a sort of curious vulnerability he finds in her. Noctis is surprised when he leaps immediately to her defense, like he's protective of her, and he's coming to the same bittersweet conclusion as Summer does.
Prompto likes her -- like, really likes her, and more than anything Noctis wants to know that Summer won't hurt him for it. His best friend has the softest, biggest heart, and the last thing Noctis wants for Prompto is for him to be hurt. He softens, just a little, but he doesn't back down. ]
Okay.
[ Noctis says softly, hands in his pockets. He can't back down, he has to make sure Prompto is safe with her. Himself, and most importantly, his heart. ]
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Prompto likes her -- like, really likes her, and more than anything Noctis wants to know that Summer won't hurt him for it. His best friend has the softest, biggest heart, and the last thing Noctis wants for Prompto is for him to be hurt. He softens, just a little, but he doesn't back down. ]
Okay.
[ Noctis says softly, hands in his pockets. He can't back down, he has to make sure Prompto is safe with her. Himself, and most importantly, his heart. ]