"What would you do if someone wrote you a letter years ago and only now do you think you have the confidence to reply to it?" Crowe blinked slowly and stared. Prompto shrugged defensively. "Genuine question." "Kid," She half started and then stopped rubbing the bridge of her nose between two fingers. "Who exactly is this letter for?" 'And why are you asking me?' she silently despaired. Prompto paused eyes narrowing and glancing around them. Crowe had to hold back a hysterical laugh at the fact that whatever this was it was important enough he remembered to do the perimeter sweep she had taught him. "Is this a conversation for back at my apartment?" She tried to soften her voice. Prompto nodded slowly. Crowe nodded back and then shook her thoughts away. "Okay kid, follow me."
Scene from a future fic set somewhere in "For Hearth and Home,"
@ragecndybars thoughts on potential promlunoct? /genuine

















