[ Regardless of how he says it, Prompto returns the sentiment without a word, squeezing himself as close as physically possible and curling around Nero. For the first time since he'd left after seeing Nero change, he thinks it might really be okay, and it causes all the tension to bleed out of him, ignoring the sounds of the TV behind him as he sighs and appreciates the connection of every place that they touch.
He doesn't mind being alone, but what he'd told Noct when all of this had happened... He couldn't get through any of this without Nero because he's the only one who remembers – even if a little – what Duplicity was like. That's the sort of stability he needs, and he's pretty sure Nero needs it too. ]
Then don't let me go.
[ It's soft, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw and surprisingly content. ]
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He doesn't mind being alone, but what he'd told Noct when all of this had happened... He couldn't get through any of this without Nero because he's the only one who remembers – even if a little – what Duplicity was like. That's the sort of stability he needs, and he's pretty sure Nero needs it too. ]
Then don't let me go.
[ It's soft, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw and surprisingly content. ]