[The past couple weeks have seen a number of her friends and loved ones leave. Normally Kaname would be able to handle this better, but the short amount of time coupled with the sheer number of them does take a toll. She hasn't cried yet despite feeling the need to. It's not until Saturday evening that she makes her way to a certain someone's room, not even knocking before entering.
Wherever Prompto is, Kaname simply walks over and presses her face against him, shoulders sagging in what could very well be defeat.]
[He has a pretty good idea what she's going though. He still gets a twist in his chest when he remembers his friends from home are gone. He considers himself so incredibly lucky that he had (and has) Kaname's support.
So when she enters his room, and he catches the look on her face, he's up and wrapping his arms around her. One hand rubs circles on her back.]
[Her words are muffled against him, and there's a degree of vulnerability to them she hasn't expressed before. He should be able to feel the tears against his neck now. While she doesn't lift her arms to hug him back (not yet), she is leaning against him more than she normally might.]
[Finally, her arms lift to all but tightly cling to him in return, wrapping around his middle. Fingers grip his shirt as if not doing so would have him leave as well. There's not much for Kaname to say while she cries. It's been a long day coming.
If anything, she's pressing into him more. Standing probably isn't the best thing to do.]
[He holds her and lets her cry for a moment, before readjusting and simply lifting her up and shuffling a couple steps to the bed. He settles back against the headboard, her in his lap, and tugs the blanket up over them both.]
[It's a quiet few minutes with nothing but her muffled breathing to disrupt the silence. Kaname's a soft crier, not choking or sobbing, simply letting the tears flow.
Eventually, she lifts her head, quickly bringing a hand over to wipe her eyes. She shifts slightly thought still resting against him.]
Thank you. [For the blanket. Among the many other things.]
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Wherever Prompto is, Kaname simply walks over and presses her face against him, shoulders sagging in what could very well be defeat.]
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So when she enters his room, and he catches the look on her face, he's up and wrapping his arms around her. One hand rubs circles on her back.]
What can I do?
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[Her words are muffled against him, and there's a degree of vulnerability to them she hasn't expressed before. He should be able to feel the tears against his neck now. While she doesn't lift her arms to hug him back (not yet), she is leaning against him more than she normally might.]
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[He sighs in sympathy and continues to hold on to her. He can wait as long as she needs.]
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If anything, she's pressing into him more. Standing probably isn't the best thing to do.]
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Eventually, she lifts her head, quickly bringing a hand over to wipe her eyes. She shifts slightly thought still resting against him.]
Thank you. [For the blanket. Among the many other things.]
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[He knows what this feels like. It's a terrible feeling. He runs fingers through her hair.]
Do you want to talk about it?
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[She makes a soft sound of appreciation at the attention, snuggling against him a little more.]
I'm really glad you're here. [Still here.] Just stay like this, okay?