( There's a small shrug at Noct's summary of events. And yeah, when put that way... well... Prompto's pretty sure he's done nothing but given more fuel for the rumors regarding his relationship with Noctis. Not that he could really change any of that now — not that he would really want to he realizes. Maybe it was stupid and there's the vague I should want to take it back, but deep down... he kind of doesn't.
And he watches as Noct takes in the revelation, the flush across his face. The way his hand rubs his neck and Prompto has to swallow against the sudden dryness in his throat. It all feels... like everything has started to feel with Noct lately. This sort of haze of confusion of emotions that he's not even sure how to classify.
But then Noctis breaks the moment — for which Prompto is grateful because it means he's not going to ask specifics — and he huffs a bit of a laugh, kind of self depreciating at the question. There's a shake of his head. ) Yeaaaaaah... not really.... ( Another small laugh but he perks up a little and grins. ) I did knee him in the junk though. ( Cheap as hell, and while it's all kind of a blur he remembers that, being pinned against the wall knowing shit was about to get worse and the only thing he could think of was to jam his knee up into Alec's crotch. Prompto tilts his head to the side a bit. ) Think Gladio would teach me how to punch? ( And he's really only about half joking. It's not that he wants to go pick fights now but there's the small tug of a thought. What if Noct had been there. What if someone burst through the door right freaking now and while he knows Noct is more than capable — more than he himself is — what if one day it came down to him to protect Noctis and he couldn't. A fact that was more than apparently clear to him now. )
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And he watches as Noct takes in the revelation, the flush across his face. The way his hand rubs his neck and Prompto has to swallow against the sudden dryness in his throat. It all feels... like everything has started to feel with Noct lately. This sort of haze of confusion of emotions that he's not even sure how to classify.
But then Noctis breaks the moment — for which Prompto is grateful because it means he's not going to ask specifics — and he huffs a bit of a laugh, kind of self depreciating at the question. There's a shake of his head. ) Yeaaaaaah... not really.... ( Another small laugh but he perks up a little and grins. ) I did knee him in the junk though. ( Cheap as hell, and while it's all kind of a blur he remembers that, being pinned against the wall knowing shit was about to get worse and the only thing he could think of was to jam his knee up into Alec's crotch. Prompto tilts his head to the side a bit. ) Think Gladio would teach me how to punch? ( And he's really only about half joking. It's not that he wants to go pick fights now but there's the small tug of a thought. What if Noct had been there. What if someone burst through the door right freaking now and while he knows Noct is more than capable — more than he himself is — what if one day it came down to him to protect Noctis and he couldn't. A fact that was more than apparently clear to him now. )