"Okay. Just...I know you'll be gentle but go extra gentle?"
With his eyes squeezed shut he can't see Gladio gesturing toward his face - there's some kind of animal instinct picking up motion above him, however, and he figures he wants to deal with the swelling on his left side. That was fairly recent, he thinks. Maybe he didn't react the way Ardyn wanted or maybe he did and this was a love tap. At this point it doesn't matter.
Prompto steels himself for the sensation of touch against his face again, tongue flicking out to wet his chapped lips, tasting the sweetened tingle of the Nif potion doing its thing. It tastes...surprisingly good. Like he wouldn't have minded more if he could keep it down. While everything from his teeth to the roots of his hair seems like they're starting to report with what hurts, the knowledge that Gladio's here in the flesh? It somehow lifts everything, makes Prompto feels like he's floating and untouchable and maybe things don't suck as much as he thought. He's becoming almost hyper-aware of Gladio's arm wrapped around him like a shield, the flex of muscle and skin.
He holds still as Gladio works some of the potion across his cheekbone, unable to hide the wince. The curative glistens across swelling skin and it isn't long before the same tingling sets in.
"So what happened? After the train?" His face turns toward Gladio's voice. Maybe in a minute he'll try again cracking his eyes open. At least he'll be able to drink in a friend's face looking down at him, try to gauge where they stand on more than his voice. Prove to him that he can keep up after a breather.
accurate!
With his eyes squeezed shut he can't see Gladio gesturing toward his face - there's some kind of animal instinct picking up motion above him, however, and he figures he wants to deal with the swelling on his left side. That was fairly recent, he thinks. Maybe he didn't react the way Ardyn wanted or maybe he did and this was a love tap. At this point it doesn't matter.
Prompto steels himself for the sensation of touch against his face again, tongue flicking out to wet his chapped lips, tasting the sweetened tingle of the Nif potion doing its thing. It tastes...surprisingly good. Like he wouldn't have minded more if he could keep it down. While everything from his teeth to the roots of his hair seems like they're starting to report with what hurts, the knowledge that Gladio's here in the flesh? It somehow lifts everything, makes Prompto feels like he's floating and untouchable and maybe things don't suck as much as he thought. He's becoming almost hyper-aware of Gladio's arm wrapped around him like a shield, the flex of muscle and skin.
He holds still as Gladio works some of the potion across his cheekbone, unable to hide the wince. The curative glistens across swelling skin and it isn't long before the same tingling sets in.
"So what happened? After the train?" His face turns toward Gladio's voice. Maybe in a minute he'll try again cracking his eyes open. At least he'll be able to drink in a friend's face looking down at him, try to gauge where they stand on more than his voice. Prove to him that he can keep up after a breather.