A future Prompto knows too much about, and dreads returning to. Every minute alone, despairing or otherwise, ticks him, all of them, closer to Noct possibly-
He shakes his head, snapping out of spiraling thoughts to focus on Ignis doing the same in his own way- with a task at hand. Prompto can tell the way his boyfriend is shaken, how much he needs the stability of just doing something productive.
He wants to offer Ignis whatever semblance of comfort he can, just as the retainer always tries to do for him.
They can worry together. All of them. Ignis doesn't need to suffer alone, just as Prompto tried to stress during his boyfriend's terrible growth spurt months before. How the blond will be able to help and let Ignis let him in to shoulder the burden alongside him, well...He will make a plan whenever the time feels right.
"Oh, uh, right," he nods, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in an erratic, nervous rhythm. "You want me to give you a hand in here? Not just supply runnin'?"
He huffs a bit at the prompting for a story. "I mean, I panicked pretty hard. Started messaging anyone I knew if they'd seen you right when you weren't home waiting for me after my run. The house pretty much fell into immediate chaos of us worried sick."
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He shakes his head, snapping out of spiraling thoughts to focus on Ignis doing the same in his own way- with a task at hand. Prompto can tell the way his boyfriend is shaken, how much he needs the stability of just doing something productive.
He wants to offer Ignis whatever semblance of comfort he can, just as the retainer always tries to do for him.
They can worry together. All of them. Ignis doesn't need to suffer alone, just as Prompto tried to stress during his boyfriend's terrible growth spurt months before. How the blond will be able to help and let Ignis let him in to shoulder the burden alongside him, well...He will make a plan whenever the time feels right.
"Oh, uh, right," he nods, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in an erratic, nervous rhythm. "You want me to give you a hand in here? Not just supply runnin'?"
He huffs a bit at the prompting for a story. "I mean, I panicked pretty hard. Started messaging anyone I knew if they'd seen you right when you weren't home waiting for me after my run. The house pretty much fell into immediate chaos of us worried sick."