[Don't lie, she says, and Prompto doesn't know what that leaves him. The best he's ever been able to offer is that little slice of normalcy, something happy even if it's some ephemeral sham. He looks down, appropriately chastised, but his eyes fall on that doodle of her next to him again. He meets her gaze a moment, considering.
In answer, Prompto scoots his chair over until it bumps right up against hers, close enough almost for their arms to touch. He slides the paper between them on the table so she can see what she draws as he draws it. First, a little crown above the dark-haired one's head. Fire and steaming dishes around the one with glasses. Next to Behemoth Boy goes a sword almost as big as he is. Just underneath their feet, Prompto writes their names.]
Noct. Iggy Ignis. Gladio(lus).
[He taps his pencil against his mouth, then after a moment, gives Noct a fishing rod--obviously, because there's a fish on it--and a tent and a campfire on their other side. There. That's what his friends are.
He looks down at her half of the picture, at the girls. He draws an arrow to them as well, close to the girl with the cat-eared hat.]
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In answer, Prompto scoots his chair over until it bumps right up against hers, close enough almost for their arms to touch. He slides the paper between them on the table so she can see what she draws as he draws it. First, a little crown above the dark-haired one's head. Fire and steaming dishes around the one with glasses. Next to Behemoth Boy goes a sword almost as big as he is. Just underneath their feet, Prompto writes their names.]
Noct.
IggyIgnis. Gladio(lus).[He taps his pencil against his mouth, then after a moment, gives Noct a fishing rod--obviously, because there's a fish on it--and a tent and a campfire on their other side. There. That's what his friends are.
He looks down at her half of the picture, at the girls. He draws an arrow to them as well, close to the girl with the cat-eared hat.]
Friends?