[noctis has never been good at expressing his feelings. he tends to sway from one extreme to the other, either exploding with emotion or stewing inside while keeping quiet. prompto has gotten used to it, but it doesn't make him any less surprised at the sudden contact.]

[he keeps eye contact with noctis, even if he keeps faltering and looking away.]

...you're making it sound like a full-time job...

[and he stops himself from trying to hide and run away, instead keeping his gaze locked with noctis's. his eyes sting, and he feels his vision blur some; he's always been prone to showing his emotions easily in the physical realm. at the very least, prompto manages to secure a strong stand.]

[reaching out with his left hand, prompto covers noctis's hand, urging him to slowly let go. it's okay.]

Meeting you, Noct, I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. Even if it means going through it all in Niflheim by myself again and finding out what I am. I wouldn't hesitate, not even for a second.

[his voice sounds somewhat raw, but he manages to keep the shakiness away.]