[The news isn't new, so that can't be why Prompto blinks, brain tripping over whatever he was thinking of saying. The image is, though. The connection Ignis makes: What I did in Altissia for Noct, I'd do for you.
It swamps him, the enormity of it, the tidal overkill of emotion. Maybe no matter how many times the people who love him say it, Prompto will never stand quite tall enough to see the wave coming. It'll always crash over him with this force, leaving him stunned and entirely soaked in feeling on the shore.
Awash in affection, Prompto ducks his head and bumps Ignis's arm once more, shyer this time because it means so much.]
Yeah, well. Me too. I mean, the other way. I can put nitro boosters on, too.
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It swamps him, the enormity of it, the tidal overkill of emotion. Maybe no matter how many times the people who love him say it, Prompto will never stand quite tall enough to see the wave coming. It'll always crash over him with this force, leaving him stunned and entirely soaked in feeling on the shore.
Awash in affection, Prompto ducks his head and bumps Ignis's arm once more, shyer this time because it means so much.]
Yeah, well. Me too. I mean, the other way. I can put nitro boosters on, too.