[ lance doesn't know how long it's been since he last saw prompto. the past couple of days had been a blur, bleeding into one another in a flurry of expended energy and a frantic need to do something, anything. and though he'd been busy in his own right, if pushed, he might admit that he hadn't exactly gone out of his way to see the other boy again. even now, he cannot quite meet the other's eyes, worried for the disappointment he might see there...
or worse, an all-too-familiar look of shame. ]
Oh—
[ his feet stufter briefly along the ground, but they pivot easily at prompto's coaxing. the yard draws farther and farther away, but the rifle remains heavy in his hands. ]
Hey... [ he tries to smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. ] Didn't see you there.
promptooooooooooo TAT
or worse, an all-too-familiar look of shame. ]
Oh—
[ his feet stufter briefly along the ground, but they pivot easily at prompto's coaxing. the yard draws farther and farther away, but the rifle remains heavy in his hands. ]
Hey... [ he tries to smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. ] Didn't see you there.