( There's this part of him, small but there, that feels a small measure of thrill at Noct getting worked up at this. That little — okay maybe that part of him isn't that little — part of him that habours feelings far beyond just friendship. A part of him that perks up at the idea of being something worth the kind of anger Noctis is feeling toward the situation. Thoughts he feels guilty for even thinking. Thoughts he knew he shouldn't be having, because the last thing Noctis needed was to go punch some asshole kid in their class on his behalf. It would cause more trouble than Prompto was worth and it wasn't his place to even dare to think he might be worth it. The guilt coils in his stomach, not just at his wayward thoughts, but at everything.
Especially as Noct says the words this asshole jumped you. Prompto takes a quick drink from the bottle before capping it again, fingers fiddling with the top of it. There's a small shrug and he lets his gaze fall down again. )
He didn't... jump me... I kind of punched him first. ( It was an important distinction. Alec might have started running his mouth, but Prompto had turned it physical. Another little shrug as he moves to the living room and sinks down onto the couch. He lifts the bottle to his face, the cold feeling good against the swollen skin. He lets his head fall back against the back of the couch, feeling entirely miserable and awful about the whole thing. )
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Especially as Noct says the words this asshole jumped you. Prompto takes a quick drink from the bottle before capping it again, fingers fiddling with the top of it. There's a small shrug and he lets his gaze fall down again. )
He didn't... jump me... I kind of punched him first. ( It was an important distinction. Alec might have started running his mouth, but Prompto had turned it physical. Another little shrug as he moves to the living room and sinks down onto the couch. He lifts the bottle to his face, the cold feeling good against the swollen skin. He lets his head fall back against the back of the couch, feeling entirely miserable and awful about the whole thing. )