[While Gladio is away, Prompto finishes off the noodles and chokes down what's left of the broth. He has to admit, he does feel better with some food in his belly.
He waits patiently for Gladio to return, trying to focus on the interior of the bar and the faint sounds of his friend in the back rather than the negativity swirling around in the back of his head.
[When he comes back, rather than cocktails in his hand, he has two pint glasses and a warm smile upon his lips. A little jerk of his head and he nods toward the tables behind Prompto.]
Come sit with me and I'll drink with you.
[Gladio headed down the bar and came out to the table he'd nodded to. Both the ice cold pints of beer were set down on the table before he dropped himself down into a chair with a sigh.]
[He feels a little floaty as he spins off the stool and makes his way to the table. He makes a little "oof" as he sits and wraps a hand around the glass.]
This regular beer, or something fancy?
[It looks like a regular beer, and he's perfectly fine with that.]
[He follows suit, though he only gets about a third of his down, or risk drowning. Gladio is right, it's not so bad.
At the question, he taps his fingers over the glass, and then downs another third.]
Honestly? Terrible. [He could stop there, but the drinks do their job and more words spill out.] I feel tired all the time, but I can't sleep. Don't want to eat. Can't even look at the kitchen. I haven't even looked at my camera.
I get it... It hurts. It's gonna ache like hell. [This time when he took a drink of his beer it was just a deep gulp, he wasn't planning on draining it just yet. Though there was plenty more where that came from.]
But you know he'd be disappointed if we dwelled on it too much, especially if you didn't look after yourself. You'll see him again, Prom. We all will.
[He leans forward, elbows on the table and palms pressed to his forehead. That they would see each other again was the only reason he'd taken the risk to be with Ignis in the first place. But it didn't hurt any less.
His head falls forward, hands dragging through his hair to clasp behind his neck.]
[He hesitated for just a moment before he moved a hand from his glass and reached across to rest his hand upon Prompto's hair.]
I know... I did, too. But Fate's a fickle bitch and she'll send us back when she's good and ready. But while you're here, we're here for you, Prom. It's not the same, but we're here.
["For now" sits on the tip of his tongue, but he pushes it down. He shouldn't think like that - even though it's practically the only thing he's thought about.
He lifts his head, dislodging Gladio's hand. His eyes are wet, and he looks off to the side.]
I know. S-sorry. I know. I just...
[He bites his lip, and then goes for the rest of the beer, because he has no idea how to articulate how upset he is that this has happened to him - again. How scared he is that one of the others will disappear next.]
Yeah. [He lets go of a long breath.] Yeah. One way or another.
[He could turn up here again. Or Prompto might finally get back to his own world. But in either case, there was a good chance Ignis wouldn't remember this world. Or he could be a completely different Ignis.
He looks up at Gladio with a forced smile.]
Just gotta be patient, yeah?
[He pushes his empty glass across the table, closer to Gladio.]
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[While Gladio is away, Prompto finishes off the noodles and chokes down what's left of the broth. He has to admit, he does feel better with some food in his belly.
He waits patiently for Gladio to return, trying to focus on the interior of the bar and the faint sounds of his friend in the back rather than the negativity swirling around in the back of his head.
When Gladio does return, he sits up a bit.]
Are you gonna join me this time?
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Come sit with me and I'll drink with you.
[Gladio headed down the bar and came out to the table he'd nodded to. Both the ice cold pints of beer were set down on the table before he dropped himself down into a chair with a sigh.]
That's better.
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This regular beer, or something fancy?
[It looks like a regular beer, and he's perfectly fine with that.]
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[To prove it he reached for his own glass and tipped it back, making a good half of it disappear before he came up for air.]
It's funny. When it's cold you can barely tell it's all fake. It's not that bad.
[Gladio shot Prompto a glance then.]
Is it about time I ask you how you're doing?
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At the question, he taps his fingers over the glass, and then downs another third.]
Honestly? Terrible. [He could stop there, but the drinks do their job and more words spill out.] I feel tired all the time, but I can't sleep. Don't want to eat. Can't even look at the kitchen. I haven't even looked at my camera.
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But you know he'd be disappointed if we dwelled on it too much, especially if you didn't look after yourself. You'll see him again, Prom. We all will.
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His head falls forward, hands dragging through his hair to clasp behind his neck.]
I want to go home.
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I know... I did, too. But Fate's a fickle bitch and she'll send us back when she's good and ready. But while you're here, we're here for you, Prom. It's not the same, but we're here.
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He lifts his head, dislodging Gladio's hand. His eyes are wet, and he looks off to the side.]
I know. S-sorry. I know. I just...
[He bites his lip, and then goes for the rest of the beer, because he has no idea how to articulate how upset he is that this has happened to him - again. How scared he is that one of the others will disappear next.]
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Nothing to be sorry about.
I get it, Prom. I've been there too. And that's how I know we'll see him again. One way or another.
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[He could turn up here again. Or Prompto might finally get back to his own world. But in either case, there was a good chance Ignis wouldn't remember this world. Or he could be a completely different Ignis.
He looks up at Gladio with a forced smile.]
Just gotta be patient, yeah?
[He pushes his empty glass across the table, closer to Gladio.]
There more where this came from?