[ He may have several dishes left to wash and left the sink running (....whoops), after what had just startled him awake from his mid-wash reprieve, he's not eager to leave her side again, awake or not.
So when her fingers snag his, nearly falls over himself nodding. He would have insisted on it, had she not asked.
With a long, exhuming sigh, Prompto climbs around her to the other side of the bed, settling back against the pillows and curling towards her. These days it's difficult to tell what might spark her with pain, so he doesn't pull her tight against him, no matter how much he might long to. Instead, he weaves their still-joined fingers together, knees tucked in to knock against hers.
And then...there's so much he wants to say, but can't find the voice for. So he just holds her gaze, even and weary, mesmerizing the way her eyes look at him. ]
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So when her fingers snag his, nearly falls over himself nodding. He would have insisted on it, had she not asked.
With a long, exhuming sigh, Prompto climbs around her to the other side of the bed, settling back against the pillows and curling towards her. These days it's difficult to tell what might spark her with pain, so he doesn't pull her tight against him, no matter how much he might long to. Instead, he weaves their still-joined fingers together, knees tucked in to knock against hers.
And then...there's so much he wants to say, but can't find the voice for. So he just holds her gaze, even and weary, mesmerizing the way her eyes look at him. ]