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From:

photoshooter

it was like

a bomb went off in my brain, or something. and i couldn't

i haven't hated myself that much in a while now. like...not with that kind of hate.

From:

unfatalist

Did she think you were going to hurt yourself? What she did was some sort of...intervention?

From:

photoshooter

maybe. i don't know. she didn't tell me she was doing it.

i have before. she wasn't there so there's no way she'd know i could, but. just once i did.

From:

unfatalist

I suppose there's no speculating on what she did or didn't know. If she didn't tell you, it's all guesswork at best.

When did you? Was it before you met Noct?

From:

photoshooter

it was when i found out about the mts.

i think that's the only other time i felt as bad as i felt last week.

From:

unfatalist

...

Because in both instances, you thought you were a threat to Noct.

From:

photoshooter

[Prompto shoots Ignis a strange, uncertain glance over his shoulder, then sits with his fingers motionless on the keys for a while.]

well and sort of a sick inhuman monster in general, yeah?? that too. all of the above i guess.

except......

even i can't imagine myself as a threat to noct. like the words just don't make sense. i just.........someone else could use me to get to him. or hurt him through me. but never *me*, i could never hurt him.

so it's less i was scared of what i could do to him than......i couldn't stand what i already did. you know? that look on his face when he looks at you and he's in pain and it's all for you. not of but *for*, you know?? even though he's the one hurting so much!! i can't deal with that, i HATE it, it isn't fair!!!! but she still shouldn't have TAKEN it!!

[Prompto freezes then, caught between guilt and betrayal and shame. And something else. Not... not gratitude. Something too complicated to name.]

i want to ask her why. i want to see her but she isn't here.

From:

unfatalist

Perhaps she's afraid of how you'll look at her. And it wouldn't be the first time the two of you have suffered from a breakdown in communication, would it?

Have you spoken to Noct to sort out his end of things, as well?

From:

photoshooter

[He puts his head down and folds one arm over it, pecking at the computer keys one-handed.]

not since i got all my colors back, no. i guess i need to apologize, huh?

From:

unfatalist

I wasn't precisely thinking of it in terms of apologizing.

He's not going to hold what happened against you. If anything, he's going to be upset that what happened upset you, because of him.

From:

photoshooter

Ugggghhh.

[Prompto groans aloud and slides further down the table.]

It's like I was on pause for a week but the game kept going without me. How am I supposed to fix all this, Ignis?

From:

unfatalist

One step at a time, I think.

[He doesn't seem altogether surprised at the shift from text messages to speaking to each other. Almost like he was waiting to see how long it would take, before they slipped from one to the other.]

Which problem do you want to try to solve first?

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photoshooter

...I want to find Flora.

[Still face-down on the table, he pulls his arms in and wraps them around himself, then finally steels himself with a deep breath and picks his chin up.]

Because Noct is here, and I think... I think it's been a long time since anyone came for her. And I'm worried that...

[He looks away, deriving his own Prompto set of calculations from the corner of wall and wall, then nods to himself.]

I'm worried that she could do what I did, if no one does.

[That's the difference between them. Noctis came for Prompto in the darkness. He put the ring on to fight his way through.

No one came for Summer.]

I want her to come home. Then I can figure out... the other stuff.

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unfatalist

Then you've got your work cut out for you, I think.

[He's setting his laptop aside, coming over to rest a supportive hand on Prompto's back as he leans against the table near him.]

But I don't know that the rest of us will be much help in your quest to seek an errant witch. You seem to know her better than anyone.

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photoshooter

[He breathes in again when Ignis's palm rests against his back, then exhales. It's warm. It helps. After these long, colorless days, his heart aches with how deeply he feels for everyone. How grateful he still is, even if disaster was the thanks they got.]

Well... I dunno. Maybe not.

[He unknots a little, pulling absently at the bracelet on his left wrist.]

But yeah. I mean... if I were her, I'd be scared of you guys. [He looks up, eyebrows raised in mock innocence, despite the anxiety he still feels.] No offense.

From:

unfatalist

None taken. With the way you looked when you first came home after all that business...

[He pauses a moment, like he's considering his feelings one by one and fitting them together into the words that he uses, as finnicky as a chef choosing seasonings.]

It was sensible of her, to assess us as possible dangers to her. Or to assess me that way, at least.

From:

photoshooter

Iggy, you're the best, you're terrifying, don't get me wrong. But dude.

[Prompto leans back more loosely in his seat and smiles wanly.]

Have you ever seen Noct when he's mad? Like, seriously, coming-at-you-sword-ways murder-death mad?

From:

unfatalist

Of course I have. But Noctis also forgives more easily than I do. So I can't speak for what he would've done, with so many additional factors in play.

[He shrugs slightly.]

I can, however, speak for what I would've done, and it wouldn't have been pleasant. Not when it's about you getting hurt.

From:

photoshooter

[Prompto's eyes widen and soften both as he looks up at Ignis, taking that in. Also imagining those consequences, a little. Ignis is right, it's not pleasant.

After the beat of weighty consideration that warrants, Prompto reaches up and clasps Ignis's arm, moved and adoring and firm.]

Don't be mean to my girlfriend.

[He says it softly.]

I like her un-burnt to a crisp. Okay?

From:

unfatalist

[That gets a soft, fond smile out of him.]

Understood. I'll follow your wishes.

[A beat.]

The spirit of your wishes, even, as opposed to strictly the word. I won't take advantage of the multiple loopholes your request could've left open for me, either.

From:

photoshooter

The loopholes fall under not being mean to her!

[He lets go and claps Ignis's arm instead, then closes his laptop with a click and rises from his seat. A glimmering of Noct's magic later, he pulls his beanie on past his ears and the gloves that actually cover his fingers.

He frowns, then goes to the bed, strips the heaviest blanket off, and flaps it fully out so he can start folding it.]

Sorry, I'll bring this back once I find her. She doesn't even have her own full-length pants. And, Iggy?

[Prompto looks up from the blanket.]

I love you, too.

From:

unfatalist

...I'm certain I've seen her wearing pants before. Black ones, with pockets?

[That's a smooth way of covering up his mild embarrassment and richer pleasure at the fact that Prompto's moment of sentiment correctly included the word too.]

Here. Let me help with the other side of that — it'll fold more easily.

From:

photoshooter

Mmmm. [Black pants with pockets, huh? No comment.] Yeah. Thank you.

[He hands two corners over to Ignis and backs up to spread the blanket evenly out.]

If you get cold before I get back, cuddle up with Noct, okay? Don't want you getting sick again.

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unfatalist

Of course, I'll tuck myself into bed and bellow down the hallway for Noctis to come warm me up. Certainly that won't be misconstrued in any way whatsoever by anyone else who may be in earshot.

[Like a well-oiled machine, he mirrors Prompto's movements to a tee, increasing the efficiency of this process tenfold.

Fold. Get it?]

She's a red, isn't she? Pity you'll not get any town-bestowed reward for sharing this blanket with her, if that's your intention. It takes a blue, I think. Noct earned himself a delightfully hideous blanket.