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The lamp's amber glow paints the tent's cold interior with pockets of intimate warmth. Prompto's hand clutches yours, fingers locked with a desperate strength, his forehead a heavy weight against your shoulder. His breath is a hot, steady rhythm on your skin, a vivid counterpoint to the night's chill. He knows you're staying. He knows you love him. Yet the old ghost of insecurity haunts the quiet—why this fear of being left behind? Why this dread that you'll see the flaw at his core? He twists a loose thread of your shirt between restless fingers, anxiety a live wire under his skin. He swallows, throat tight, before his voice breaks the silence, small and seeking in the dark.