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He leaned back in the camp chair, watching the fire burn in the small pit before them. Ignis was busy cooking something, and Cor had really only stayed because Noctis and the group had convinced him to. He knew returning to keeping a close eye on the Niffs would be important, but protecting the Prince and his retinue was also important. He knew they could take care of themselves, part of him wondered whether he was just burdening them really.
The thought of what he’s doing get a little mixed up in his head. Cor stared at the glowing blue runes, listened to the crackling fire. Cor had obliged Prompto in letting him show Cor all his photos. Cor did try to look interested, he didn’t want to discourage Prompto, but his body felt heavy, and his eyes felt strained the more he looked at the camera’s screen. He put his elbow on the armrest, chin cradled in his hand. It had been a while since he’d staked out the Niff base that had went up recently. He intended to take it down, or have the Prince help him, but he’s been on stakeout for days, with very little to do but watch.
His arm slips, and Cor’s head falls on Prompto’s shoulder. If he knew what he was doing, he’d feel a bit ashamed that he’d fallen asleep in the middle of Prompto talking, but Cor could hardly think straight at all. He hadn’t eaten much of anything either, the lightheadedness was getting to him. Cor slowly slid against Prompto, although his body relaxes, his face still looked tense, eyebrows knit. Such a graven, serious expression, even in his sleep.
