Oh. ( anything less than a "yes" is telling enough, and prompto is suddenly hyper-aware of just how tired he is, weariness settling on his shoulders like a stifling weight, all but the last traces of hope he held escaping his lungs in a quiet sigh.
still, it's not just about him, now - aranea's come all the way over in the middle of the night, after all. ) Well - thanks for dropping by, though. Y'can stay over, if you want. It's really late.
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still, it's not just about him, now - aranea's come all the way over in the middle of the night, after all. ) Well - thanks for dropping by, though. Y'can stay over, if you want. It's really late.