[ 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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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. ]
Do not be afraid to message me should you need anything.