[ Even for how tense and twisted up he had felt when he'd awoken from the dream - the memory - it's impossible not to relax beneath her practiced, familiar touch. She knows him so well, knows just where to touch him to bring him back to her, her voice like a light in a storm. How did he ever not have this?
What would he have done, back then, if she had been at his side, comforting him when he was so lost?
Exhaling deeply, Prompto nuzzles right up against her collarbone, relaxing into her skin, the fear and dread rolling off of him in waves. ]
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What would he have done, back then, if she had been at his side, comforting him when he was so lost?
Exhaling deeply, Prompto nuzzles right up against her collarbone, relaxing into her skin, the fear and dread rolling off of him in waves. ]
...Thank you.
[ He murmurs quietly to her heart. ]