[for a moment, prompto can't remember what happened after being pushed off the train.
it all comes flooding back quickly enough. the anger on noct's face. the cold. the empire. the touch of metal bonds feel harsh against his skin. when he tries to move his body, he can't.
it's only when he opens his eyes and sees noct's face staring back at him that everything sinks in, and he feels relief flooding through his body, pumping through his veins.]
Noct...
[he should say something else. something casual. yeah, i'm okay. or i'm fine, all stoic, like gladio might.
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it all comes flooding back quickly enough. the anger on noct's face. the cold. the empire. the touch of metal bonds feel harsh against his skin. when he tries to move his body, he can't.
it's only when he opens his eyes and sees noct's face staring back at him that everything sinks in, and he feels relief flooding through his body, pumping through his veins.]
Noct...
[he should say something else. something casual. yeah, i'm okay. or i'm fine, all stoic, like gladio might.
he can't.]
Noct... you... you don't hate me?