They're leaning against the plexiglass of their sliding door. Their Leville room too musty to be inside. Their balcony chairs too wobbly to be sitting on. So the floor it was.
Small groups of people milled about this late evening--er, rather, morning. Noctis was pretty sure it was well past midnight. (Well past bedtime, his inner Specs tutted.)
But he merely sighed and kept his eyes closed. Giggling as the world continued to spin lazily around him. His limbs felt much too heavy to lift, so instead he swayed his head to appease the sensation.
Next to him, Prompto sat. And the blond hummed a tune. What tune specifically Noctis did not know. But it was sweet and steady. Calming. Almost lulled him to sleep.
His eyelids were slow to open. But once he did, Noctis looked to his friend. Pale face illuminated warmly by the street lamps from below. Nose and cheeks speckled by those abundance of freckles, which he's pretty sure got darker during their road trip. Also, has Prompto always been this pretty?
"Whatcha lookin', bud?" Prompto poked Noctis's forehead, finally noticing his friend's staring.
Noctis grinned as the finger swooped down to trace his nose and boop the tip. Just you, he wanted to say, but words were too complex to form. So instead he does the only thing he can do in this state: giggle like a doofus.
He hears Prompto snort and there's that same finger poking at Noctis's cheek. "You're so high, dude." His fingers find themselves in Noctis's bangs, shuffling them back to expose his eyes. Prompto whistles, amusedly. "Yup. Very high."
And Noctis giggles harder, finding something oddly funny about this situation. With his bangs pushed away it's like his vision got clearer, thus the sight of Prompto got clearer. And whoa, he's so pretty.
Prompto smiles that flustered but pleased smile of his (the one Noctis rarely gets to see because the blond always shifts his face away like, no I want to see you face) before taking his hand back.
But Noctis, as high and spinny and heavy his head and body may be, grabs Prompto's hand. And he cradles it with both of his like it's the stray kitten they found two days ago by the gas station (and currently slept with Stray #2 at the foot of their bed.)
Noctis blinks then. Realizing he had actually spoken aloud. Sheepishly, he looks up and finds his friend watching him. And dammit if that isn't the prettiest face he's ever seen.
"Dude," Prompto grins, before closing the gap and leaving butterfly kisses all over Noctis's face. "You're such a sap."
And how does Noctis reply?
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