[ That's about as good of a compromise as he's going to get, and he's just relieved enough she didn't mean it about the ice bath to accept without much grumbling. However, it's still a few moments more before he finally draws his arms out from beneath the blanket, resisting the urge to pull them right back in again.
[ she murmurs, gently, in the best bedside tone she can muster, and with the bundle tightly tied off she leans forward to slip it beneath his neck, right up at the base of his skull. ]
I know it is uncomfortable, but it is important to keep your temperature from climbing too high.
[ and that whole sweating out a fever thing is nonsense, so he can't pull that on her!! she takes the opportunity to tug the blankets off of his feet as well, and it doesn't take long before she spots his wristband. why is he still wearing it? it's thick and wide, and joints pool heat, so she's tugging at that as well, hooking her fingers beneath it. ]
Off with this sweaty thing, too, you must needs keep your wrists cool.
[ For a moment, he thinks nothing of it, which is truly a testament to just how ill he is. Of course he should take that off — it's only going to make him hotter, even if he doesn't feel it, but what's one more small thing if she thinks it will help? But it's...not a small thing. Not at all. If she takes his wristband off, she'll see...him. His code print. His number.
In an instant, his lethargy seems to vanish, replaced swiftly with a sharp panic that courses through him like electricity. His other hand snaps quickly over her own, his grasp ungentle, his breath rattling around in chest as he reaches for words that would not come to him easily at the best of times. How can he tell her...without telling her? How can he stop her? But he must. He must. ]
[ his reaction is so unexpected and strong that alisaie flinches when his hand snaps out, grasping her hand almost painfully hard, her breath caught and her heart kicked up into her throat. prompto has never reacted like this to her before - well okay, there was that time when she was a spider - but, not under normal circumstances.
at first, she does not know what to say, she can only gawp at him in surprise, her eyes wide and unsure, her posture stiff and unmoving. she makes no further attempt to pry at the band, but it is clear enough that she is.. absolutely flummoxed. it is only a wristband. is it special to him, somehow? mayhaps it was a gift? still, even were it sentimental to him in some way, that response was quite extreme. ]
I-
[ she starts, her mouth working, a crease in her brow. ]
I shan't lose it - we can put it aside, in your nightstand.
[ He hates it. Everything about it. The look in her eye, her clear surprise and dismay, because really, what could possibly be so important about a simple accessory? It's impractical to wear it at a time like this. He hates that he can't just let her take it, that he can't just let her see, that something as simple as removing a wristband tangles so deeply around his heart like barbed wire. But he can't, he can't—
Shame burns hot and deep beneath his skin, and his gaze drops from hers to some distant corner of the room. What must she think of him now, reacting so irrationally to something so...meaningless? Would it...still be meaningless, if she knew? Maybe. It...hardly matters here. This isn't Eos. The names of Lucis and Niflheim mean nothing to her. And that's on him, too — he's told her so woefully little about his world, asked so little about her own in return, and why, why, why after everything he's been through and learned, can he not just...let it go?
Because it's easier this way. It's safe. It's familiar. When he's a fun, lovable jokester, he doesn't have to worry about putting his heart on the line, of revealing all the cracked and broken parts of himself. He doesn't have to worry about his real self being rejected. But he'd been so determined to move past this. Before...
Before coming here. Before Noctis and Gladio and Ignis had all forgotten about everything that happened after Altissia. Heh...how selfish is he? To let something like that hold him back?
He's so ashamed.
Slowly, his hand draws back, bottom lip between his teeth, dug in deep. ]
[ it is clear enough that he will not budge on this, and clearer still that this is no small thing. it seems incredibly irrational, of course, but alisaie is sharp enough to see that there is more to this than vain accessorizing, this is something deeply troubling.
her heart sinks, something soft and subtle stabbing at her gut.
was it not he who was so vehement that they be open with one another? he who urged her to never be afraid to speak to him, as she had urged him? what is it that he is hiding from her? it must be something great, something terrible, something enormous, and a part of her can't help but feel marginally.. betrayed that he has hidden it from her, that he hides it still.
but that is a selfish feeling. this is not about her. none of it is. besides, he.. is a friend, certainly, a companion and a comrade, but that is all. he has no obligation to her, no need to divulge anything more than what he chooses to, and so she has no right to be upset or hurt by any secrets he might keep. no doubt he has plenty. this should not bother her. she lets it go, pushes it back and, swallowing thickly, nods her head and draws her hands away. he's certainly made himself perfectly clear, and she will pry no further - she never has. ]
All right.
[ she says, a hollow ring in her voice, but she's quick to move again, on her feet, keeping her hands busy gathering up the empty soup bowl. ]
I will.. um - I will leave the ice for you, should you feel you need more. I-I know that you feel cold, but you must needs try to keep your temperature down. I shall look in on you later.
[ He holds his breath until the moment her hand moves away, almost, almost hoping she will ignore his protests and pull off this damned wristband to see what lies beneath. Wouldn't it be simpler that way? If she forced her way in, if he had to explain, because there was no other path forward. Isn't...that what had happened with his friends? The only way for them to progress was with the access granted by his barcode. Would he have worked up the courage to tell them otherwise? He had told himself he would, that he wouldn't be afraid of what he is anymore —
And yet here he is, unable to tell someone so deeply important to him, continuing to hide away the depths of his heart from her. He hates it, and yet, he is still more afraid that he will lose everything if he tells her the truth.
Will he ever be able to move on from this?
The voices of doubt within his own mind feel insurmountable, and though Prompto opens his mouth to ask her to stay, the words just don't come. He has no right to ask that of her. Not now. Not after...all that.
She's already done more than enough, and he just...takes and takes and gives nothing back. ]
Okay. [ He mutters, low and quiet and hoarse, his energy all but spent now. ] Um...thanks again.
[ It sounds hollow, but he really doesn't know what else to say. All he wants to do is curl into a ball and sleep and hide himself away, and maybe dream of a place where he isn't so broken. ]
[ it's strange to feel uncomfortable around him, when prompto has made every effort to ever be easy and casual around her, but here we are. she cannot help but feel as if she's stumbled upon something private, somewhere she was not welcome. ]
Of course. You needn't thank me.
[ even helping in the smallest, most pointless of ways, is still helping..
but with the bowl gathered up and prompto as comfortable as she can make him, she clears her throat and retreats toward the door, halting for a moment to turn and look him over one final time. hopefully he takes her advice and doesn't pull his hands and feed right back under the covers once she's gone. ]
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His teeth chatter as he stammers: ]
Geez, it's f-freezin' in here...
[ And she's gonna put ice on him still?! ]
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[ she murmurs, gently, in the best bedside tone she can muster, and with the bundle tightly tied off she leans forward to slip it beneath his neck, right up at the base of his skull. ]
I know it is uncomfortable, but it is important to keep your temperature from climbing too high.
[ and that whole sweating out a fever thing is nonsense, so he can't pull that on her!! she takes the opportunity to tug the blankets off of his feet as well, and it doesn't take long before she spots his wristband. why is he still wearing it? it's thick and wide, and joints pool heat, so she's tugging at that as well, hooking her fingers beneath it. ]
Off with this sweaty thing, too, you must needs keep your wrists cool.
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In an instant, his lethargy seems to vanish, replaced swiftly with a sharp panic that courses through him like electricity. His other hand snaps quickly over her own, his grasp ungentle, his breath rattling around in chest as he reaches for words that would not come to him easily at the best of times. How can he tell her...without telling her? How can he stop her? But he must. He must. ]
P-please, don't.
[ He...he isn't ready for her to see. ]
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at first, she does not know what to say, she can only gawp at him in surprise, her eyes wide and unsure, her posture stiff and unmoving. she makes no further attempt to pry at the band, but it is clear enough that she is.. absolutely flummoxed. it is only a wristband. is it special to him, somehow? mayhaps it was a gift? still, even were it sentimental to him in some way, that response was quite extreme. ]
I-
[ she starts, her mouth working, a crease in her brow. ]
I shan't lose it - we can put it aside, in your nightstand.
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Shame burns hot and deep beneath his skin, and his gaze drops from hers to some distant corner of the room. What must she think of him now, reacting so irrationally to something so...meaningless? Would it...still be meaningless, if she knew? Maybe. It...hardly matters here. This isn't Eos. The names of Lucis and Niflheim mean nothing to her. And that's on him, too — he's told her so woefully little about his world, asked so little about her own in return, and why, why, why after everything he's been through and learned, can he not just...let it go?
Because it's easier this way. It's safe. It's familiar. When he's a fun, lovable jokester, he doesn't have to worry about putting his heart on the line, of revealing all the cracked and broken parts of himself. He doesn't have to worry about his real self being rejected. But he'd been so determined to move past this. Before...
Before coming here. Before Noctis and Gladio and Ignis had all forgotten about everything that happened after Altissia. Heh...how selfish is he? To let something like that hold him back?
He's so ashamed.
Slowly, his hand draws back, bottom lip between his teeth, dug in deep. ]
Please. Just...leave it on. Please.
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her heart sinks, something soft and subtle stabbing at her gut.
was it not he who was so vehement that they be open with one another? he who urged her to never be afraid to speak to him, as she had urged him? what is it that he is hiding from her? it must be something great, something terrible, something enormous, and a part of her can't help but feel marginally.. betrayed that he has hidden it from her, that he hides it still.
but that is a selfish feeling. this is not about her. none of it is. besides, he.. is a friend, certainly, a companion and a comrade, but that is all. he has no obligation to her, no need to divulge anything more than what he chooses to, and so she has no right to be upset or hurt by any secrets he might keep. no doubt he has plenty. this should not bother her. she lets it go, pushes it back and, swallowing thickly, nods her head and draws her hands away. he's certainly made himself perfectly clear, and she will pry no further - she never has. ]
All right.
[ she says, a hollow ring in her voice, but she's quick to move again, on her feet, keeping her hands busy gathering up the empty soup bowl. ]
I will.. um - I will leave the ice for you, should you feel you need more. I-I know that you feel cold, but you must needs try to keep your temperature down. I shall look in on you later.
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And yet here he is, unable to tell someone so deeply important to him, continuing to hide away the depths of his heart from her. He hates it, and yet, he is still more afraid that he will lose everything if he tells her the truth.
Will he ever be able to move on from this?
The voices of doubt within his own mind feel insurmountable, and though Prompto opens his mouth to ask her to stay, the words just don't come. He has no right to ask that of her. Not now. Not after...all that.
She's already done more than enough, and he just...takes and takes and gives nothing back. ]
Okay. [ He mutters, low and quiet and hoarse, his energy all but spent now. ] Um...thanks again.
[ It sounds hollow, but he really doesn't know what else to say. All he wants to do is curl into a ball and sleep and hide himself away, and maybe dream of a place where he isn't so broken. ]
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Of course. You needn't thank me.
[ even helping in the smallest, most pointless of ways, is still helping..
but with the bowl gathered up and prompto as comfortable as she can make him, she clears her throat and retreats toward the door, halting for a moment to turn and look him over one final time. hopefully he takes her advice and doesn't pull his hands and feed right back under the covers once she's gone. ]
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