[ His way of thinking is so like her own, it strengthens her need to hug him. Because that's what it is now, an aching need to wrap her arms around him and squeeze as tight as she can without hurting him.
So she does. Stopping right there in the middle of the hall, she uncurls her arm from his just long enough to adjust her grip and slide her arms around his middle - he's too tall for her to easily get them around his neck. ]
Thank you, Prompto.
[ It's just a whisper to accompany that squeeze she gives him, but there's an indescribable swell of gratitude and affection from her as well. ]
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So she does. Stopping right there in the middle of the hall, she uncurls her arm from his just long enough to adjust her grip and slide her arms around his middle - he's too tall for her to easily get them around his neck. ]
Thank you, Prompto.
[ It's just a whisper to accompany that squeeze she gives him, but there's an indescribable swell of gratitude and affection from her as well. ]