[ sometimes she worries that she does not always reach him. that her voice cannot find him when he's buried too deep beneath his sorrows, unready to hear what she is telling him, what he needs to hear. and that's all right. people do not change in a day, and prompto has years of self-doubt to work through, and that is something that he can only do himself, in his own time.
but this time, at least, the atmosphere feels visibly lighter when he pulls her in and kisses her temple, and when he draws away she feels.. better. as if, even in some small way, she has made a difference.
she hadn't been expecting any sort of repayment when she's chosen to wash his hair, but she won't refuse him the opportunity to do so. give and take, it's what they do, and she can't deny that she wouldn't enjoy the feel of it, the chance to just relax for a few moments and not worry about anything beyond the warmth of the water, and the feel of his touch. so without argument she turns again to face away from him - gods, every small movement is so impossibly difficult - and gingerly gathers up her long hair, pushing it back over her shoulders. ]
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but this time, at least, the atmosphere feels visibly lighter when he pulls her in and kisses her temple, and when he draws away she feels.. better. as if, even in some small way, she has made a difference.
she hadn't been expecting any sort of repayment when she's chosen to wash his hair, but she won't refuse him the opportunity to do so. give and take, it's what they do, and she can't deny that she wouldn't enjoy the feel of it, the chance to just relax for a few moments and not worry about anything beyond the warmth of the water, and the feel of his touch. so without argument she turns again to face away from him - gods, every small movement is so impossibly difficult - and gingerly gathers up her long hair, pushing it back over her shoulders. ]