That is to say, the world doesn't stop, but Prompto's understanding of it screeches to a shuddering halt. He's been very much not thinking about Noct, which means, really, he's been thinking about Noct all the time. How sick with worry he is. How awful he feels about how Ardyn used him like that. How hopelessly he misses him. How he doesn't know how he can survive like this, torn from Noct's side.
Prompto turns, and no sound comes out as he mouths Noct's name.]
...
[And then he sucks in a breath and barrels at him full tilt, book dropping out forgotten somewhere on the road.]
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That is to say, the world doesn't stop, but Prompto's understanding of it screeches to a shuddering halt. He's been very much not thinking about Noct, which means, really, he's been thinking about Noct all the time. How sick with worry he is. How awful he feels about how Ardyn used him like that. How hopelessly he misses him. How he doesn't know how he can survive like this, torn from Noct's side.
Prompto turns, and no sound comes out as he mouths Noct's name.]
...
[And then he sucks in a breath and barrels at him full tilt, book dropping out forgotten somewhere on the road.]
NOCT!
[WHAMMO]