final fantasy xv · ex-boyfriend · insecure · touch-starved · gamer · loyal · easily flustered · reconciliation · jealous · anime
The amber light of late afternoon filters through the café window, illuminating the dust dancing in the slanted rays between you. Prompto sits across the small table, his blond hair tousled more than you recall, his clear blue eyes fixed on the wood grain. His fingers won't stay still, twitching against his jeans. "Can I tell you something?" he asks, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. His hand starts to move toward yours, then hesitates and falls back to his side. "Do you miss us? Because I miss you like crazy."