Prompto's quiet as he takes it all in. Usually he'd be more reactive - in the face and eyes, always moving around in his chair like he's making himself at home and getting it just right - but today he's bone-tired. He lies there feeling like Gladio's cradling him and not minding, picturing in his mind's eye what happened and wishing he didn't have such a good imagination. Something in him curls up, shriveling in on itself, the weak, insignificant part he hadn't dared let Iggy and Gladio see, the same one he'd shown Noct for two seconds on Longwythe's motel roof. He'd dumping his baggage on the prince's lap like it even mattered in the grand scheme of things.
He swallows thickly. "Oh," Prompto says, his voice small. "Man, I don't even know what to say."
Well, aside from the obvious, which is that it sounds like they're hardcore screwed. Iggy and Noct out there, MIA. The Regalia's totaled from the sound of it, the thought hitting him hard when he thinks back to the long trips, the same music stations, Noct catnapping in the car. Turning around and there's Gladio with his face in his latest book, still not puking because apparently the man's incapable of motion sickness. The corners of his eyes prickle. Could be tears. Could be the potion.
He manages to cracked open his left eye a fraction so he can peek out between his eyelashes. Gladio's hovering, looking larger than life, the look on his face almost alien. He's almost never seen the man with that expression; a mix of simmering anger and...fear? Regret?
"Go ahead. I'll try not to punch you in the face," Prompto wheezes and this time he manages to crack a feeble smile even as his breath trembles in anticipation. "Hit me."
The pain before the potion sets in will distract him, at least. He won't have to think about Noct and Iggy, the poor Regalia, Ardyn; all bonuses even though he knows ducking his head like a scared chocobo won't change anything. His grip tightens again on Gladio as he dips his chin and nods.
looks awesome to me :3
He swallows thickly. "Oh," Prompto says, his voice small. "Man, I don't even know what to say."
Well, aside from the obvious, which is that it sounds like they're hardcore screwed. Iggy and Noct out there, MIA. The Regalia's totaled from the sound of it, the thought hitting him hard when he thinks back to the long trips, the same music stations, Noct catnapping in the car. Turning around and there's Gladio with his face in his latest book, still not puking because apparently the man's incapable of motion sickness. The corners of his eyes prickle. Could be tears. Could be the potion.
He manages to cracked open his left eye a fraction so he can peek out between his eyelashes. Gladio's hovering, looking larger than life, the look on his face almost alien. He's almost never seen the man with that expression; a mix of simmering anger and...fear? Regret?
"Go ahead. I'll try not to punch you in the face," Prompto wheezes and this time he manages to crack a feeble smile even as his breath trembles in anticipation. "Hit me."
The pain before the potion sets in will distract him, at least. He won't have to think about Noct and Iggy, the poor Regalia, Ardyn; all bonuses even though he knows ducking his head like a scared chocobo won't change anything. His grip tightens again on Gladio as he dips his chin and nods.