[his brows knit into a frown, remembering, and although he visibly flinches at the touch, he doesn't detract from it altogether.]
That was ages ago. A month and a half ago, give or take...
[but then his expression slackens.]
[everything did happen, prompto is sure of it. the tattoo on his wrist is burnt and marred from when prompto tried to get rid of it in front of the fire, in a desolated cave in niflheim. but noctis doesn't remember anything, and this might just be a perfect chance at-- at something.]
May...be they did? I don't know. I'm--
[leaning his head down, he rubs at his forehead with the back of his hand, removing sweat from skin.]
no subject
[his brows knit into a frown, remembering, and although he visibly flinches at the touch, he doesn't detract from it altogether.]
That was ages ago. A month and a half ago, give or take...
[but then his expression slackens.]
[everything did happen, prompto is sure of it. the tattoo on his wrist is burnt and marred from when prompto tried to get rid of it in front of the fire, in a desolated cave in niflheim. but noctis doesn't remember anything, and this might just be a perfect chance at-- at something.]
May...be they did? I don't know. I'm--
[leaning his head down, he rubs at his forehead with the back of his hand, removing sweat from skin.]
This is real, right?