[Prompto is silent, his own eyes on Noctis's message. That is the worst part - it's always the worst part of anything. All the innocent lives that got lost, for what? For a war over some land? For... what whatever it is that creates the Sound Eaters wants.
He looks up at Noct, and catches where his eyes are going; his heart leaps into his throat when he realizes exactly what he's looking at, and without thinking, he moves his hand so his wrist is hidden from view behind his legs. Then he immediately curses himself in his head, because he was supposed to be past these kind of reactions already.
The easiest way to keep a secret is to not let anyone suspect you have one in the first place.
But this whole thing has him shaken up. Off his game. And it doesn't help that he lets his guard down so instinctively around Noctis - a good thing, in any other context, but not so much when you don't want your best friend to know you were born in an enemy country and slapped with a barcode that looks entirely too much like the barcodes on every piece of machinery he's ever picked up off a fallen Niff.
It's just a bad day, he tells himself.
He types with his other hand, hoping Noct didn't notice his spastic movement, or at least wrote it off as Prompto being Prompto.]
maybe there's a way to heal it? like how Lady Luna can cure the scourge?
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He looks up at Noct, and catches where his eyes are going; his heart leaps into his throat when he realizes exactly what he's looking at, and without thinking, he moves his hand so his wrist is hidden from view behind his legs. Then he immediately curses himself in his head, because he was supposed to be past these kind of reactions already.
The easiest way to keep a secret is to not let anyone suspect you have one in the first place.
But this whole thing has him shaken up. Off his game. And it doesn't help that he lets his guard down so instinctively around Noctis - a good thing, in any other context, but not so much when you don't want your best friend to know you were born in an enemy country and slapped with a barcode that looks entirely too much like the barcodes on every piece of machinery he's ever picked up off a fallen Niff.
It's just a bad day, he tells himself.
He types with his other hand, hoping Noct didn't notice his spastic movement, or at least wrote it off as Prompto being Prompto.]
maybe there's a way to heal it? like how Lady Luna can cure the scourge?