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[ Prompto, himself, is mostly covered in dust, but there are a few scrapes and bruises along visible skin, panting as he watches the destruction in front of them. Part of him should be worried about the other people who might be inside that he cares about; yet, he knows, more than anything, they can take care of themselves better than he probably could with something like this. He doesn't have any special powers or abilities, and if he'd waited any longer, he might have been crushed under the weight of that.

He leans into Noct, trying to offer whatever silent support he can before he finds his tongue. ]

Are you okay? [ It's been a while since they'd dealt with something like this, and now, he doesn't even think to keep himself from touching Noct, hand on his arm to hold them both steady. ]

(Noct keeps his arms around Prompto, his heart is racing and he feels a shiver move across his skin as he watches the debris fall from the hotel. A great deal of it is still standing but the explosions don't seem to slow down as another few sound around the building - perhaps the backside and sides they don't have view of. But smoke soon spurts from other areas from the building.)

I don't ... what? What..? (His hands still hold onto the other and he tears his eyes from the hotel for just a moment so he can settle his eyes on Prompto's clear blue ones. He moves his palm up to Prompto's cheek. You're okay.. you're safe.. you're with me. He pulls in a breath and closes his eyes for a brief moment before he exhales quickly. He looks then to the hotel.)

I'm fine.. it's okay.. listen, I know some safe places for you to go. (He swallows and puts just a bit of distance between them so he can fish out his phone. He sends Prompto a map with marked spots on it for safety.) Get yourself on your way to any of these places.. Prompto, listen.. don't be a hero. Just .. (He stuffs his phone back into his pocket and looks sharply up to the blond.) I need you safe.

[ The touch is almost strangely gentle, feeling his heart squeeze in his chest the moment Noct voluntarily cups his face like he's going to– nah, that can't be right. Prompto tries to shake himself out of whatever is choking him up to focus on what Noct is saying to him. There's the soft ding of his phone getting that message, but he doesn't understand why he's trying to... what? He wants him to do what? ]

No way. [ It's not like he's ever played hero, not really. That's not his gig, but he'd follow Noct into hell – and he had, hadn't he? – no matter what. So... ] If you think I'm gonna leave you here or let you handle this on your own — [ He shakes his head almost adamantly, this time reaching for him. ] I'm with you, remember?

[ And yeah, maybe it's been a while since he's fought anything or done something like this, but he isn't going to let Noct go recklessly throw himself into danger without backing him up. ]

(Noct's heart about drops to his gut. I'm with you, remember? It's enough to bring a sting to his eyes, a threat of tears pushes at them and he looks away before he pulls Prompto back in for an embrace. I'm so sorry.. But he doesn't want to think about it now, he doesn't want to admit to anything, spill his guts, or focus on all the fucked up shit he did behind Prompto's back. Not when bombs are going off, not when it's all too convenient to hide his deceit behind the chaos of what's happening in the here and now.

Even now, Noctis is worthless of Prompto's devotion.) Please..

(He's not above begging his friend.) Just go. (He pulls back and gives Prompto a small nod. He can't think of anyone more important than Prompto - so he can't be alright with Prompto risking his life for anyone else.)

[ The hug isn't entirely unexpected, but in that same train of thought, it is. Prompto doesn't feel like he's been a terribly great friend to Noct since he'd gotten here, unsure how to handle his own feelings and wanting to be close to him with that in the mix. It's a conflicting sensation, hating how this place has changed them both, how he'd been different before he'd even gotten here, and he shakes his head, trying to nudge some sense into him without even speaking. At least at first. ]

Noct — [ Does he think he wouldn't be good for anything? What if people need their help? He can still do something; he's not completely helpless here. And even though he knows it's impossible, he doesn't let go of him, brushing his knuckles against the edge of his cheek. ] Somebody's gotta watch your back. We'll be careful.

[ Try and convince him otherwise. ]

(Noct wants Prompto by his side, so.. it doesn't take him much convincing in order for him to see the "logic" behind it. It's because he wants Prompto beside him that he figures if anything did happen he could just warp them out of there and they'll be alright. He pulls back and gives Prompto a nod. He takes another look at the hotel.)

Okay, so.. lets warp up to where the bomb just hit, we can warp down survivors .. I.. I don't know, is that good? (Ignis was always the sound of mind, but Prompto was definitely the best Noctis had - his own mind, plans, thoughts, and ideas were not the best planed out so he's glad to have Prompto's clever mind with him. Noctis settles his hand in Prompto's. He was feeling better already.

Despite the chaos before him, the selfish part of him outweighed the despair before them both.)

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