[prompto was expecting something different in the hundred scenarios he had thought of upon meeting noctis face to face again. getting pulled into an embrace by his oldest friend was not one of those scenarios he had envisioned. it drags a choked sob from him, tired (emotionally, physically) as prompto is.]
[he drops the phone by accident (sorry gods) and returns the embrace; a tight pull into his arms, onto the flat of noctis' back]
[he can't really choke out the words right now. he's tense, but relieved; noctis is here, and he isn't reacting like a man betrayed by one of his closest friend. he isn't acting like a man disgusted, like someone who doesn't want anything to do with him.]
[(it's probably a good thing noctis can't see prompto's face right now)]
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[he drops the phone by accident (sorry gods) and returns the embrace; a tight pull into his arms, onto the flat of noctis' back]
[he can't really choke out the words right now. he's tense, but relieved; noctis is here, and he isn't reacting like a man betrayed by one of his closest friend. he isn't acting like a man disgusted, like someone who doesn't want anything to do with him.]
[(it's probably a good thing noctis can't see prompto's face right now)]