Light blinked behind his eyelids, the internal alarm program doing its job in waking him up before he could be late in heading back to the shop. Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath and focused everything on the warm weight of an arm around his waist, on the heat of another body pressed against his back. He wanted to record every detail so he could have it later to recall as he sat and waited for the cycle to repeat. This was all he was afforded. It was all he deserved being as defective as he was, a simple rental unit to check out before getting a proper one. The best he'd ever have was memories.
Sighing, Prompto knew he couldn't stay in the warmth forever. It was time to go, and, once again, there wasn't a goodbye to be spared. That would only make it worse. Then again, no one could blame him for taking a few more seconds to ghost his fingertips along the tanned arm that rested over him. Though he made it a point to not get attached, Prompto had to admit that this was perhaps the most gentle and genuinely warm person he had met along the way. There was no doubt in his mind that this man would treat whatever new model he brought into his home well. In all honesty, he was envious. Another imperfection.
Now he was just stalling. It was really time to go. He'd have to be careful not to wake the man --- Gladio, that's what he said his name was --- up on his way out. That would be a bit more difficult to achieve given how close they were to each other. He'd just have to do his best. Sitting up, Prompto paused to push his hair out of his face before moving to scoot out of the bed. However, he didn't go far as the arm around him tightened and pulled him back down. Was he awake or was it just his body reacting on its own? Either way, he tried again to move again only to be pulled even closer.
"Our time's up," he whispered into the stillness of the room in the early morning. He hated breaking the peaceful quiet. "I have to go."
