[Prompto isn't sure if the shiver that runs down his spine is from the chill in the air, the adrenaline and the situation, or from how Nyx looks right now. A combination of the three felt more likely, it warms the pit of his stomach, where it feels like butterflies were trying to burst free.
Letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in, letting go of his hand was harder than he thought it would be. Touch lingering longer than necessary before he's doing as he's told. Not fond of tight spaces, he'd cite his self diagnosis of claustrophobia, but he's being thankfully silent.
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Letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in, letting go of his hand was harder than he thought it would be. Touch lingering longer than necessary before he's doing as he's told. Not fond of tight spaces, he'd cite his self diagnosis of claustrophobia, but he's being thankfully silent.
Glancing back to see if Nyx is following.]