[it's--very surprising. he's gone months, years, afraid of holding those he loves close because he's afraid that in doing so, he'll find himself alright with succumbing during a particular bad day out fighting daemons. he's always been a sentimental guy, as much as he likes to play it tough or be bright for the sake of others.]
[elena's feelings are crystal clear, and they settle in his chest warm and gentle, stilling his breath but not suffocating him. it's with a start that he realizes how much this means to him]
[this kind of connection]
[(he wants to embrace those he loves and never let go; is that a selfish thought?)]
[so he returns her embrace, a tight hold, feeling like the dams might as well burst forth. but they don't, and prompto reminds himself of what they're supposed to appear as, here, and carefully pulls back]
I'm glad.
[prompto says softly, a smile on his face although elena can't see it]
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[elena's feelings are crystal clear, and they settle in his chest warm and gentle, stilling his breath but not suffocating him. it's with a start that he realizes how much this means to him]
[this kind of connection]
[(he wants to embrace those he loves and never let go; is that a selfish thought?)]
[so he returns her embrace, a tight hold, feeling like the dams might as well burst forth. but they don't, and prompto reminds himself of what they're supposed to appear as, here, and carefully pulls back]
I'm glad.
[prompto says softly, a smile on his face although elena can't see it]
( Better now? )