"I-Noct, it was never your fault. So, please don't feel guilty. On any of our behalfs. I just knew one day, you'd come home. That was what I always held on to." Prompto leans into the hand Noctis puts on his cheek, trying not to squeeze his eyes shut and look away, guilt (which he knows, deep down is unfair to himself) roiling in his stomach.

What can he even say, either? He probably just broke his other half's heart. Prompto tries his best to keep his thoughts ahead. On what can possibly be, past this difficult patch. This is the hard part before things just might look up in ways none of them would have dreamt of before. This doesn't change how much he loves Noctis.

It doesn't make his heart ache any less to see Noct like this, however. To wonder if this was all a mistake. He leans forward, pressing his lips to Noctis' in a gentle, soulful kiss. Words don't need to be the only thing to tell feelings between them. They can't be, not at a time like this. So he stays there, lingering for a while, and looks almost a bit sad when he breaks it.

"I don't think I wanna go running right now. That ok?"