[ Prompto hadn't wanted to take her attention away from the memory while it still unfolded, but now that it begins to fade from around them, he turns to her more fully, letting go of her hand so he can wind his arms around her instead, pulling her against him in a warm embrace. ]
You know...he's not gone, right? Not really.
[ He's not talking about stasis, either.
He dips down to press his lips to her skin, to relieve those tears from the corners of her eyes with gentle kisses. ]
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You know...he's not gone, right? Not really.
[ He's not talking about stasis, either.
He dips down to press his lips to her skin, to relieve those tears from the corners of her eyes with gentle kisses. ]