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âYeah, well- Youâre my crybaby?â He rubbed his back. âAs long as itâs⌠happy tears, I think Iâll be able to handle it.â
âNope. Or, well⌠I guess I wouldnât put it past you.â Noctis laughed.
âHow about- after the weekâs up, we go on a date? Sound good? Anything you want.â
"Wow, your very own crybaby. Aren't you lucky?" he teased at his own expense. Dropping his hand to rest on Noctis's waist, Prompto hummed. "Don't worry. Doubt it'll be anything but happy tears with you." He couldn't imagine anything else. Noctis was good to him, much too good for the tears to be anything but happy.
"Anything I want, huh? Sounds like you don't want to be in charge of planning." Yet another tease. "I don't know of anything else but like, the arcade or ice cream or whatever. Not like I've had to think of dates before."















