[the fact that she's here at all makes prompto burst with surprise—a look n his face, indescribable, until a smile solidifies itself, cheeks pushing upwards warm and content.]
Gaby!
[she may not be the same gaby that he remembers, who came together with him, unloaded from that van at the same time, three months ago. the gaby that sat with him until late at night, talking about their worlds and discussing the different delicious recipes both germany and lucis had to offer (until they couldn't hold back anymore and had to go and get the ingredients to make their own), the one who comforted him when he was at his lowest and thought he had no more a place to call home amongst his friends.]
[but now he's by himself, and she's back — different, but the same.]
[he stops at the box and holds it, looking at it and turning it over carefully.]
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Gaby!
[she may not be the same gaby that he remembers, who came together with him, unloaded from that van at the same time, three months ago. the gaby that sat with him until late at night, talking about their worlds and discussing the different delicious recipes both germany and lucis had to offer (until they couldn't hold back anymore and had to go and get the ingredients to make their own), the one who comforted him when he was at his lowest and thought he had no more a place to call home amongst his friends.]
[but now he's by himself, and she's back — different, but the same.]
[he stops at the box and holds it, looking at it and turning it over carefully.]
—can I open it?