[Prompto is only vaguely aware of what was happening. So intent on moving forward and needing- desperately needing open spaces so he can breathe properly and not feel so caged in. Something about closed spaces that did something to him, made something like a memory itch at the back of his mind, but when he reached for it all he had was darkness and confusion.
He barely registers the nudging until he's facing Nyx, wide eyes looking up at him.
He wondered if he knew how handsome he is.
Right. Looking at him.
His gaze falters, it's... not right for him to catch eye contact with someone so cool, kind and attractive. He was too insignificant for that. The hand on his chest earned some heart palpitations for reasons other than his claustrophobia.
But he's brought back to reality, shaking his head a little, a burst of nervous laughter bubbling from him.]
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He barely registers the nudging until he's facing Nyx, wide eyes looking up at him.
He wondered if he knew how handsome he is.
Right. Looking at him.
His gaze falters, it's... not right for him to catch eye contact with someone so cool, kind and attractive. He was too insignificant for that. The hand on his chest earned some heart palpitations for reasons other than his claustrophobia.
But he's brought back to reality, shaking his head a little, a burst of nervous laughter bubbling from him.]
O-Oh. I.
[Swallowing hard.]
I... have a. A thing?
A thing.
With small enclosed spaces.