[ She whispers his name back to him, thunderous for how quietly she utters it, and his heart hammers against his ribcage so relentlessly that she must be able to hear it. Here they are, at the end of one of the most difficult conversations Prompto has ever had, and she is closer than ever before, holding tight to him, instead of drawing away. He may have had plenty of crushes before, but he's never had something like, something so...tangible, and real, that he could almost suppose, for a moment...that she might feel something back.
For him?
It would be so easy to lean in and kiss her right now. Except for, you know, the actual kissing part, but she's so close, and there's a part of him — a very loud part — that wants to throw caution to the wind and do so. What has he got to lose? In this moment, he feels invincible, like nothing can go wrong, even if he's blind and sick, if he could kiss her then everything else would fade, just as it has right now.
But what if she doesn't feel the same? She...she might just be affectionate, she's always let her actions speak louder than her words...and for all they have grown closer tonight, is that too big of a leap to make? To think that because she is as close as she is, that she might...have feelings for him?
Frozen, he stays rooted to the spot, his hand still cupping her cheek. Dammit, if he could just see, if he could just look into her eyes and see what is in them —
But ultimately, it doesn't matter what he decides, because at that moment a sneeze rises up threateningly within him, and Prompto jerks back quickly so he can turn and sneeze into the crook of his elbow.
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For him?
It would be so easy to lean in and kiss her right now. Except for, you know, the actual kissing part, but she's so close, and there's a part of him — a very loud part — that wants to throw caution to the wind and do so. What has he got to lose? In this moment, he feels invincible, like nothing can go wrong, even if he's blind and sick, if he could kiss her then everything else would fade, just as it has right now.
But what if she doesn't feel the same? She...she might just be affectionate, she's always let her actions speak louder than her words...and for all they have grown closer tonight, is that too big of a leap to make? To think that because she is as close as she is, that she might...have feelings for him?
Frozen, he stays rooted to the spot, his hand still cupping her cheek. Dammit, if he could just see, if he could just look into her eyes and see what is in them —
But ultimately, it doesn't matter what he decides, because at that moment a sneeze rises up threateningly within him, and Prompto jerks back quickly so he can turn and sneeze into the crook of his elbow.
...Right. He is still disgustingly ill. ]