[He feels like the old, self-conscious Prompto he used to be, tongue tied and completely unsure of himself. Something more akin to a young, dumb pre-teen than a grown man.
As soon as she speaks, her hand on his cheek, he relaxes. For all he feels like a fool for not jumping at the chance, he's hugely relieved she's not expecting it from him.]
It's not you at all. It's - it's all me. [If nothing else, he wants her to know it's not because he doesn't find her attractive or desirable or anything like that. He doesn't want her to doubt. This is all on him and his own hang ups.] Thank you, Saoirse.
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Date: 2018-03-26 06:54 pm (UTC)As soon as she speaks, her hand on his cheek, he relaxes. For all he feels like a fool for not jumping at the chance, he's hugely relieved she's not expecting it from him.]
It's not you at all. It's - it's all me. [If nothing else, he wants her to know it's not because he doesn't find her attractive or desirable or anything like that. He doesn't want her to doubt. This is all on him and his own hang ups.] Thank you, Saoirse.