[Prompto slows to a stop when he no longer feels the warmth or Nyx's presence anymore. Dread settles deep in his stomach, something cold and halting that chills him to his core, extinguishing any warmth that he had. Did... did he do something? Say something stupid? Panicking inwardly, trying to remember all of what he's said and done in the past twenty minutes or so.
...All of it was stupid.
Did Nyx finally realize he rescued a total mess?
Prompto turns, worrying his fingers together and his bottom lip between his teeth. He can't quite make eye contact, taking a nervous little step forward towards him. But hesitant.]
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...All of it was stupid.
Did Nyx finally realize he rescued a total mess?
Prompto turns, worrying his fingers together and his bottom lip between his teeth. He can't quite make eye contact, taking a nervous little step forward towards him. But hesitant.]
...Yeah?