Prompto knows that tone. He knows the hollowness of it, the dark, closed space it builds around vulnerability, around everything Noct can't let himself be around his subjects. Around anyone. Even Prompto. He remembers thinking that maybe Lady Lunafreya would get it. They were made for each other in a way, she and Noct. They both knew what it was to carry the whole world, and Prompto--Prompto can barely manage his own negligible weight. Broly's right about him. He's weak, too weak even to commit to getting stronger.
He strokes Noct's hair slowly, then lets his hand rest on his friend's shoulder, warm, solid, and gentle.]
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Prompto knows that tone. He knows the hollowness of it, the dark, closed space it builds around vulnerability, around everything Noct can't let himself be around his subjects. Around anyone. Even Prompto. He remembers thinking that maybe Lady Lunafreya would get it. They were made for each other in a way, she and Noct. They both knew what it was to carry the whole world, and Prompto--Prompto can barely manage his own negligible weight. Broly's right about him. He's weak, too weak even to commit to getting stronger.
He strokes Noct's hair slowly, then lets his hand rest on his friend's shoulder, warm, solid, and gentle.]
Anything I can do to help?