[He shakes his head, steps forward, and opens his mouth again, but for some reason, watching her as her voice--contracts, sort of, the sounds scrunching together to match how she's sitting, all curled up--somehow, that glues his own words together in his throat, a huge lump he can't hack up.
Of course she's not too heavy. The first thing she did was float the both of them up, lighter than air. She's a bird soul, she's firelight, she's so skinny even Prompto worries about her, a little. They're all the sorts of things he's wished he could make himself. Useful. Admirable. Light.
(The prince grunted when he hauled him up out of the dirt, used both hands and said without thinking, "Heavy--!")
As he looks at her, his hands still held up and out, the only thing Prompto manages to get out past his past is this. The truth under it all. What he always needed to hear.
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Of course she's not too heavy. The first thing she did was float the both of them up, lighter than air. She's a bird soul, she's firelight, she's so skinny even Prompto worries about her, a little. They're all the sorts of things he's wished he could make himself. Useful. Admirable. Light.
(The prince grunted when he hauled him up out of the dirt, used both hands and said without thinking, "Heavy--!")
As he looks at her, his hands still held up and out, the only thing Prompto manages to get out past his past is this. The truth under it all. What he always needed to hear.
It doesn't matter if she's heavy or not.]
I want to.
[I want you.]