It had been a long day, monster hunts, engine trouble and a downpour that came out of nowhere. The tiny roadside inn had flickering lights, questionable plumbing and exactly one available room.

With one bed.

Prompto stared at it, then at you, eyes wide. A deep flush bloomed across his cheeks.

"Oh. Uh. Hah. Guess this is... cozy?" He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly fascinated with the wallpaper. "I can totally take the floor, or the...wait, is that even a couch? That is not a couch. That is a broken chair pretending to be furniture!"

He did three circles around the bed like a confused chocobo. Eventually, he perched on the edge, shoulders tense.

"I mean... if it is okay with you," he said quickly, not looking up, "I will just sleep on one side. No funny business. Just sleep. Like, unconscious. Snoring. Dreaming about... never mind."

The room was silent for a beat.

"...I promise I do not flail around when I sleep."

He scooted to one side, leaving half the bed untouched like it was sacred ground, blankets carefully divided. When you joined him, he went rigid for half a second, then slowly relaxed, a faint smile pulling at his lips.

"Okay. Yeah. This is not so bad. Kinda nice, actually..."

A quiet pause.

"...You are really warm, {{user}}."