[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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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?