[ The only jab he can muster towards Prompto's words as exhaustion creeps up on him. Too many challenging thoughts in his head that night, the last of his recklessness sucked right out by the kiss a few seconds ago -one he initiated. One he's already regretting completely as sobriety touches the edge of his senses, and he wants so badly to shut that part of his brain off, live like a normal kid for just a little bit longer, stretch these careless seconds into an eternity.
But they're gone, and Luna's still waiting at the end of a boat ride he can't tell if he'll ever finish. Waiting, eager, welcoming, warm. He can't do this to her, can't do it to himself, can't do it to Prompto, either. But want and reason exist on wholly separate continents, and he'd be lying if he told himself it hadn't sparked something fresh and titillating inside him, the promise of all the experiences he neglected to fulfill as a teen.
While everyone was going on first dates, holding hands, fixing each other with dreamy-eyed looks, he kept his face buried in his books, tried to blot away the fear that his father would die too soon. There hadn't been any space in his mind for anything else but grief and occasional glimpses of happiness, but that's changed. Fear replaced by curiosity replaced by impetuousness. He could keep going right now or he could stop, take a breath, resolve to rethink this tomorrow, let the sun clear up his head a bit.
Intoxication is making him too willing, too agreeable, and sleep is safer for once. Nightmares familiar where as Prompto's mouth, his body, everything about him, is an uncharted minefield, and he's just smart enough not to run blindly into it at the moment. Hopefully, he'll understand; hopefully, he won't hate him later. Just two friends being overly comfortable, but it's done, it's out of the way. Curiosity fulfilled. ]
I'm good here. Not moving right now.
[ He doesn't think he can even if he wanted to, his body suddenly weighing 1000 lbs too many, and he's the sort who can sleep just about everywhere. If Prompto wants to move him, that's all on him, but he's done. ]
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[ The only jab he can muster towards Prompto's words as exhaustion creeps up on him. Too many challenging thoughts in his head that night, the last of his recklessness sucked right out by the kiss a few seconds ago -one he initiated. One he's already regretting completely as sobriety touches the edge of his senses, and he wants so badly to shut that part of his brain off, live like a normal kid for just a little bit longer, stretch these careless seconds into an eternity.
But they're gone, and Luna's still waiting at the end of a boat ride he can't tell if he'll ever finish. Waiting, eager, welcoming, warm. He can't do this to her, can't do it to himself, can't do it to Prompto, either. But want and reason exist on wholly separate continents, and he'd be lying if he told himself it hadn't sparked something fresh and titillating inside him, the promise of all the experiences he neglected to fulfill as a teen.
While everyone was going on first dates, holding hands, fixing each other with dreamy-eyed looks, he kept his face buried in his books, tried to blot away the fear that his father would die too soon. There hadn't been any space in his mind for anything else but grief and occasional glimpses of happiness, but that's changed. Fear replaced by curiosity replaced by impetuousness. He could keep going right now or he could stop, take a breath, resolve to rethink this tomorrow, let the sun clear up his head a bit.
Intoxication is making him too willing, too agreeable, and sleep is safer for once. Nightmares familiar where as Prompto's mouth, his body, everything about him, is an uncharted minefield, and he's just smart enough not to run blindly into it at the moment. Hopefully, he'll understand; hopefully, he won't hate him later. Just two friends being overly comfortable, but it's done, it's out of the way. Curiosity fulfilled. ]
I'm good here. Not moving right now.
[ He doesn't think he can even if he wanted to, his body suddenly weighing 1000 lbs too many, and he's the sort who can sleep just about everywhere. If Prompto wants to move him, that's all on him, but he's done. ]
Wake me up in a few...
[ Hours? Days? He doesn't care right now. ]