[ Compared with the hard ground beneath a tent, even the cushion and floor is relatively comfortable, and...warmer than expected, considering he has no blanket, thrown over him. Deep asleep as it is, it doesn't even occur to Prompto that that heat might be from the body of the person next to him, who is in very much the same position that he is.
So he draws closer, an arm slipping over her side, nose buried deep into her hair. It smells nice, because it smells like her, and that's a comfort, too. It's newly familiar, and it draws him in. ]
it sure is....
So he draws closer, an arm slipping over her side, nose buried deep into her hair. It smells nice, because it smells like her, and that's a comfort, too. It's newly familiar, and it draws him in. ]