[ Even after he finishes changing out the sheets, Prompto finds other things to do to preoccupy his time, because Alisaie is right in her assessment of him: he needs something to keep him busy, because he is not ready to face the dark corners in his own mind yet. As ever, to deal with his trauma he looks outward first, focusing on bettering things around him in some hope that by so doing, his own troubles will grow inconsequential. Sometimes, that approach works. Sometimes, that's okay. This time he won't be so lucky, but for the short-term, it's a viable solution, and one he is familiar with. It's so easy to fall back into old habits, when processing something so horrible as all this.
But even for how he's kept himself busy, he can't help but feel a little relieved when Alisaie returns from the bath. Even with the door open, he doesn't like being in a separate room from her, in being so distant when the place he most wants to be is nestled close to her. They're both exhausted beyond words and while sleep still won't come easy for either of them, maybe...it won't be asking too much to hold her tonight while they drift in that lull between wakefulness and rest.
Prompto drops heavily onto his usual side of the bed to reach down and unlace his boots, giving Alisaie a cursory, evaluative look over his shoulder before he rises again to fetch some clothes from the dresser himself. She looks more weary than he's ever seen her, but somehow she appears more herself than she had when he'd first found her in here, like a husk of her former self, staring distantly into his camera. How long had she...been like that? ]
I...uh, I saw you...got my ring. [ Said thickly, awkwardly, because there's no good way to say he understands why she took it from his corpse. ] ...Thank you.
[ She couldn't have taken it in hopes of giving it back to him later, but all the same, since it wasn't from Eos, there's no telling if he would have had it when he revived, either. Her decision to take it, as difficult as it must have been, might have saved him his wedding ring.
He hasn't replaced it on his finger yet. He's...not sure if he should, since she hasn't been wearing hers, either. ]
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But even for how he's kept himself busy, he can't help but feel a little relieved when Alisaie returns from the bath. Even with the door open, he doesn't like being in a separate room from her, in being so distant when the place he most wants to be is nestled close to her. They're both exhausted beyond words and while sleep still won't come easy for either of them, maybe...it won't be asking too much to hold her tonight while they drift in that lull between wakefulness and rest.
Prompto drops heavily onto his usual side of the bed to reach down and unlace his boots, giving Alisaie a cursory, evaluative look over his shoulder before he rises again to fetch some clothes from the dresser himself. She looks more weary than he's ever seen her, but somehow she appears more herself than she had when he'd first found her in here, like a husk of her former self, staring distantly into his camera. How long had she...been like that? ]
I...uh, I saw you...got my ring. [ Said thickly, awkwardly, because there's no good way to say he understands why she took it from his corpse. ] ...Thank you.
[ She couldn't have taken it in hopes of giving it back to him later, but all the same, since it wasn't from Eos, there's no telling if he would have had it when he revived, either. Her decision to take it, as difficult as it must have been, might have saved him his wedding ring.
He hasn't replaced it on his finger yet. He's...not sure if he should, since she hasn't been wearing hers, either. ]