[ He's cursed. Prom is sure of it. He's absolutely cursed. He always seems to be the one who ends up injured no matter how careful he tries to be. It just serves to remind him that no matter how hard he tries he's never going to be as good as the others - he's never going to be as strong or as smart or as fast.
It really, really hurts too, but he's doing his best not to let on just how much it does hurt. At least applying the bandages shouldn't hurt as much as cleaning the wounds did - it took a lot of effort not to whimper at that. ]
Yeah. I'm okay. Just clumsy.
[ He lets out a sigh and holds his hands out to Noct. ]
[ he wouldn't believe that thought and would protest it if ever vocalized. there is a reason that prompto is here, other than being his closest companion, and noctis is sure that he has proven himself time and time again. everyone gets hurt at some point or the other. it's just part of the journey.
noctis's touch is careful as he places each bandaid around prompto's fingers, most of the blood having been cleaned off on discarded cotton balls and wipes. ]
[ Welcome to the dark world that is Prompto's mind. It's just full of all kinda of self-depreciative thoughts all day long. He definitely doesn't feel worthy to stand alongside the others and fight beside them. He constantly feels inferior. He knows he'll never be as good as them.
They're everything. And he? He's nothing.
Despite his best efforts not to let on to his current pain, he can't help a small wince as Noct places the bandaids on so carefully. ]
I guess... I'm not as good as you guys though. You all make it look so easy.
[ which isn't something he's just saying to make him feel better. that daemon nearly got the best of all of them and noctis has the cuts and bruises to prove it though they aren't as deep as the ones on prompto's hands. ] You helped. [ noctis is quiet as he closes the last bandaid over prompto's ring finger, releasing his friend's hand. ]
[ he shrugs a shoulder, sitting back in one of their camping chairs with his arms now folded over his chest. ] I think the wounds'll be closed by then.
[ noctis isn't so oblivious that he hadn't noticed the great lengths prompto had gone through in the name of self-improvement, ever since they were school kids. his grin is small when he looks him over. he doesn't hesitate to add, ] Not messing around.
[ Prom has really thrown himself into making himself a better person. He's constantly striving to be better and still always feels like he's falling short of everyone around him. No one could fault his determination though.
He gives a shy little laugh, a hint of a blush colouring his cheeks. ]
[ that just makes him roll his eyes fondly, endeared. ]
Sure, [ noctis gives a small huff of a laugh, picking up prompto's wrist again to inspect his handiwork. maybe ignis will be proud by his wrapping skills. ] They're not too tight?
Must be some potion you can take once we make our next supply stop.
[ he sounds apologetic, rubbing the back of his neck. they're running low on supplies again but after this scuffle, they don't have time to make it to the next outpost. ]
[ he leans away from prompto, giving him a soft clap on the back when he's through. ] We'll need you when you're done healing. [ what he means to say is that prompto is important to him and the rest of the group but being noctis, it never comes out that way. ]
[ the answer comes quickly. noctis isn't the type to lie to spare feelings, especially since prompto would know if he was avoiding the truth, careful or not. but he means it, taking the time to be sincere after seeing his friend knocked down several notches today. ]
Cm'on. Gotta reassemble the tent after the wind took it down. Think you can be useful there. [ he lightly taps the other's shoulder before pushing himself up to his feet. while he might have avoided obligation, he thinks doing something will help take his mind off the serious things. ]
I'm not as good as you or Gladio or Ignis. I try really hard, I do, Noct, honest.
[ He pushes himself to his feet flexing his fingers again to test the bandages. He's convinced Noct's done a good enough job that they won't come loose once he starts working on the tent. ]
I know, buddy. [ he isn't sure what else to say or do in this instance. providing comfort isn't something that noctis is an expert in, by any means. so he just gives prompto a short clap on the back βΒ very light, not wanting to hurt him any more than he's been hurt already.
he crouches down by the posts thrown from their holes in the ground and picks up the hammer that had fallen from the outside pocket. ]
You can help with the ground cloth. Cm'on. [ he grins a little lopsidedly. ]
[ Wow, Noct. You're the worst at comforting. It's a good job Prompto loves you anyway. Maybe he should've gone to Ignis to get his injuries dressed and maybe he could've gotten a hot chocolate or coffee out of the deal too. Ignis is totally his new bestie. Only not. No one could replace Noct. ]
What did your last slave die of? [ He grins at Noct and moves to help. ]
Just trying to take your mind off your hands, man.
ββ[ββ well, at least the boy is honest. this comforting is really subpar but he is trying okay. good thing prompto isn't all that offended by his rudimentary efforts. ββ]ββ
Sorry. ββ[ββ he looks decently sheepish. ββ]ββ
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It really, really hurts too, but he's doing his best not to let on just how much it does hurt. At least applying the bandages shouldn't hurt as much as cleaning the wounds did - it took a lot of effort not to whimper at that. ]
Yeah. I'm okay. Just clumsy.
[ He lets out a sigh and holds his hands out to Noct. ]
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noctis's touch is careful as he places each bandaid around prompto's fingers, most of the blood having been cleaned off on discarded cotton balls and wipes. ]
You did good out there, though.
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They're everything. And he? He's nothing.
Despite his best efforts not to let on to his current pain, he can't help a small wince as Noct places the bandaids on so carefully. ]
I guess... I'm not as good as you guys though. You all make it look so easy.
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[ which isn't something he's just saying to make him feel better. that daemon nearly got the best of all of them and noctis has the cuts and bruises to prove it though they aren't as deep as the ones on prompto's hands. ] You helped. [ noctis is quiet as he closes the last bandaid over prompto's ring finger, releasing his friend's hand. ]
Should be better in the morning, I think.
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Thanks, bud.
I hope it's healed by morning otherwise trying to shoot things is going be a bitch.
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[ he shrugs a shoulder, sitting back in one of their camping chairs with his arms now folded over his chest. ] I think the wounds'll be closed by then.
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So um... do you really think I'm doing okay? Like for serious? Do you think I'm getting better?
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[ noctis isn't so oblivious that he hadn't noticed the great lengths prompto had gone through in the name of self-improvement, ever since they were school kids. his grin is small when he looks him over. he doesn't hesitate to add, ] Not messing around.
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He gives a shy little laugh, a hint of a blush colouring his cheeks. ]
Well~ I am that awesome.
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Sure, [ noctis gives a small huff of a laugh, picking up prompto's wrist again to inspect his handiwork.
maybe ignis will be proud by his wrapping skills. ] They're not too tight?
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Bandages feel fine. Just wish my fingers didn't still hurt so bad though.
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[ he sounds apologetic, rubbing the back of his neck. they're running low on supplies again but after this scuffle, they don't have time to make it to the next outpost. ]
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[ He gives his fingers another wiggle despite the discomfort, shooting Noct a smile. ]
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[ he leans away from prompto, giving him a soft clap on the back when he's through. ] We'll need you when you're done healing. [ what he means to say is that prompto is important to him and the rest of the group but being noctis,
it never comes out that way. ]
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Right.
I'm pretty useless like this, huh?
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[ the answer comes quickly. noctis isn't the type to lie to spare feelings, especially since prompto would know if he was avoiding the truth, careful or not. but he means it, taking the time to be sincere after seeing his friend knocked down several notches today. ]
Cm'on. Gotta reassemble the tent after the wind took it down. Think you can be useful there. [ he lightly taps the other's shoulder before pushing himself up to his feet. while he might have avoided obligation, he thinks doing something will help take his mind off the serious things. ]
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[ He pushes himself to his feet flexing his fingers again to test the bandages. He's convinced Noct's done a good enough job that they won't come loose once he starts working on the tent. ]
Let's do this...
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he crouches down by the posts thrown from their holes in the ground and picks up the hammer that had fallen from the outside pocket. ]
You can help with the ground cloth. Cm'on. [ he grins a little lopsidedly. ]
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What did your last slave die of? [ He grins at Noct and moves to help. ]
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ββ[ββ well, at least the boy is honest. this comforting is really subpar but he is trying okay. good thing prompto isn't all that offended by his rudimentary efforts. ββ]ββ
Sorry. ββ[ββ he looks decently sheepish. ββ]ββ
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I guess it's kinda working. And at least the tent will be sleep-worthy.