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[ and then there's this. of course noct wouldn't just leave it alone because... well, that's not who he is. prompto still isn't used to all of this, and it's like trying to remember how to be with him all over again, frowning at his tablet before sighing and waiting outside the building where their apartment is. ]

are you seriously wanting to play a game right now?
i mean... i guess we could

[ because he's trying to liven it up a little so it doesn't feel as awkward as it's starting to get. ]

[broplaints]

[Noctis doesn't bother actually responding - mostly because he barely has time to read the message before he's pushing the door open, holding up his lantern to search out Prompto in the dark.

And the second he spots him he's moving, closing the expanse that existed between them, remembering at the last second to place his lantern on the ground instead of trying to hold onto it.

Then he's hugging Prompto. Arms thrown around his neck and drawing him in tight.]

You know you can talk to me, right?

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[ it's a good thing he's paying attention because he has about five seconds before noct is hugging him, and he gets his lantern out of his hand just before that, arms out like he doesn't know what to do with them. eventually, though, he relaxes and returns the hug, gently pressing his palms against noct's back to hold him there. this had honestly been the first thing he'd wanted to do when he'd seen him again. ]

Yeah, I know. [ his voice is quiet. ] And I do. I mean, there's not really a whole lot I haven't told you.

[ except some of the most obvious things, but that's neither here nor there right now. ]

[broplaints]

[Prompto could have. Honestly, there were very few things that Noctis would ever actually deny him, and the affection that they both so rarely got and apparently both craved wasn't one of them. It only felt natural to be this way with Prompto, but. Maybe he had taken it too far without ever considering that this was no longer normal for both of them.]

Yeah, I'm having a hard time believing you bud.

[It wasn't in anyway an accusation - just that he knew better. That he hadn't been told everything. And most of what he hadn't was probably pretty important.]