[ He can pinpoint the exact moment she slips back into unconsciousness, because the moment after his chest gives a terrible, painful squeeze and would have him searching for signs of life in her were it not for the steady, if slow, rhythm of her heartbeat near their still-joined hands.
But his brief panic abates quickly enough, and content that she sleeps and nothing more, Prompto presses one more kiss to her brow, before letting his eyes flutter shut.
No, he probably still won't sleep, but he can at least lay here, and keep vigil at her side for as long as he needs to. ]
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But his brief panic abates quickly enough, and content that she sleeps and nothing more, Prompto presses one more kiss to her brow, before letting his eyes flutter shut.
No, he probably still won't sleep, but he can at least lay here, and keep vigil at her side for as long as he needs to. ]
I'll be waiting for you, sweetheart.