[Prompto's shoulders slump as the bomb--and that's what the question feels like--is taken deftly out of his hands and detonated elsewhere, above his shoulder. Summer doesn't need to do that for him, and shouldn't have to, and he doesn't understand right now why Noct asked in the first place. Prompto just wishes he hadn't, knows Noct's going to feel like a jerk in an instant and Summer's already feeling bad, and this isn't what he wants for his birthday at all.
The warning goes out of his tone. Its absence is the clearest sign it was there in the first place.]
It's nothing bad.
[He says it without looking at either of them, meaning it for both. It's nothing for Summer to be ashamed of. It wasn't her fault, it's not a fault that she wants to hide it. It's nothing for Noct to take cautiously into account. Nothing that'll hurt Prompto.
His right arm's tucked under her, helping balance her weight on his back. Even now, after he's told Noct and Ignis the truth, he still wears the wristband over his barcode.
Finally, he sighs, and looks up at Noct faintly reprovingly through his bedhead.]
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Date: 2018-10-28 02:44 am (UTC)The warning goes out of his tone. Its absence is the clearest sign it was there in the first place.]
It's nothing bad.
[He says it without looking at either of them, meaning it for both. It's nothing for Summer to be ashamed of. It wasn't her fault, it's not a fault that she wants to hide it. It's nothing for Noct to take cautiously into account. Nothing that'll hurt Prompto.
His right arm's tucked under her, helping balance her weight on his back. Even now, after he's told Noct and Ignis the truth, he still wears the wristband over his barcode.
Finally, he sighs, and looks up at Noct faintly reprovingly through his bedhead.]
Okay? We good here?