[ Having lived a lifetime of hiding how he feels, it's hardly a surprise that he's more convincing about his confidence than he actually feels. It doesn't help that everything about Noctis- from the way he reacts, to the way his hand feels warm and nice over his own causing him to just keep his own there- is just cute. It all culminates into a feeling of comfort that he rarely feels, and surprising affection for his best friend.
But best friends don't usually kiss like this, right... so why did he- he doesn't know the answer to that. They're friends. He likes girls, right? But- Noct is Noct, even if he is, like, super pretty too, so kissing him wasn't weird, even if-
Agh, he doesn't know what to think except for the fact that he really liked it, but come on, what guy wouldn't like being kissed by someone good looking, right? It's the logic he gives it, though he looks a bit sad for a moment when Noctis withdraws his hand and looks like he's troubled by it. Well, any guy would- but he must have wanted to, right? Because it made him want to, too, and...
He thinks he's going to faint, his heart's beating way too fast to be normal, and the more he sits here, the more he feels like his world is about to explode the way the fireworks are because nothing is making any sort of sense aside from the fact that he just- liked being kissed by Noctis. And the more he thinks about it, the more sobering it is, because it's tied with the guilt of, oh gosh, he's kissing Lady Lunafreya's groom-to-be, he should absolutely not, that's not fair to her or Noct, but he can make it easier for Noct by saying it was no big deal...
He could have done that without kissing him back. He could have.
But he wanted to.
And Noctis' words almost crash him out of that crazy desire, making him stop and stare at him, before lifting a hand to the back of his own head and releasing a little tight breath. ]
Yeah, you too...
[ A beat. ]
... I didn't hate it. You just need some practice. Bet I could help if you needed.
[ Just- joke it off. Noctis didn't mean anything by it, right? He'll probably forget it when he's more sober. ]
At least now we both can say we've had the experience, so Gladio doesn't tease us!
[ Just have to keep who they actually kissed from him or he'd just give them weird looks.
Even if... Prompto shifts a little, his throat dry and palms feeling too sweaty all of a sudden with a tight knot in his stomach, thinking- even if...
Gods, what is he thinking? He can't think too hard into this. They're friends. Noct's his buddy. He'd do anything for him.
Even kiss him... this is so stupid. So why does it ache to think of the possibility they might not again? That's how it should be, right?
Yeah. Yeah... ]
Just don't regret it when you're not drunk, okay? I'm not.
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But best friends don't usually kiss like this, right... so why did he- he doesn't know the answer to that. They're friends. He likes girls, right? But- Noct is Noct, even if he is, like, super pretty too, so kissing him wasn't weird, even if-
Agh, he doesn't know what to think except for the fact that he really liked it, but come on, what guy wouldn't like being kissed by someone good looking, right? It's the logic he gives it, though he looks a bit sad for a moment when Noctis withdraws his hand and looks like he's troubled by it. Well, any guy would- but he must have wanted to, right? Because it made him want to, too, and...
He thinks he's going to faint, his heart's beating way too fast to be normal, and the more he sits here, the more he feels like his world is about to explode the way the fireworks are because nothing is making any sort of sense aside from the fact that he just- liked being kissed by Noctis. And the more he thinks about it, the more sobering it is, because it's tied with the guilt of, oh gosh, he's kissing Lady Lunafreya's groom-to-be, he should absolutely not, that's not fair to her or Noct, but he can make it easier for Noct by saying it was no big deal...
He could have done that without kissing him back. He could have.
But he wanted to.
And Noctis' words almost crash him out of that crazy desire, making him stop and stare at him, before lifting a hand to the back of his own head and releasing a little tight breath. ]
Yeah, you too...
[ A beat. ]
... I didn't hate it. You just need some practice. Bet I could help if you needed.
[ Just- joke it off. Noctis didn't mean anything by it, right? He'll probably forget it when he's more sober. ]
At least now we both can say we've had the experience, so Gladio doesn't tease us!
[ Just have to keep who they actually kissed from him or he'd just give them weird looks.
Even if... Prompto shifts a little, his throat dry and palms feeling too sweaty all of a sudden with a tight knot in his stomach, thinking- even if...
Gods, what is he thinking? He can't think too hard into this. They're friends. Noct's his buddy. He'd do anything for him.
Even kiss him... this is so stupid. So why does it ache to think of the possibility they might not again? That's how it should be, right?
Yeah. Yeah... ]
Just don't regret it when you're not drunk, okay? I'm not.