[He didn't respond today. It's eerily reminiscent of a couple of months ago, when Prompto temporarily went home. She— hopes that something similar happened again. Or perhaps he just overslept or got caught in something, or—
...?]
Noctis...?
[She thinks to ask him, but there's... she can feel that tired sadness over the connection, and her thoughts fly back to Prompto.
An icy coldness grips her heart. For a moment, she doesn't say anything. She doesn't want to ask the question, because she's afraid of the answer.
But maybe he wants to talk about something else. Her voice comes, hesitantly, softly.]
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Date: 2017-09-18 02:00 pm (UTC)...?]
Noctis...?
[She thinks to ask him, but there's... she can feel that tired sadness over the connection, and her thoughts fly back to Prompto.
An icy coldness grips her heart. For a moment, she doesn't say anything. She doesn't want to ask the question, because she's afraid of the answer.
But maybe he wants to talk about something else. Her voice comes, hesitantly, softly.]
Of course.