He shouldn’t want this.
No matter how in love with you Prompto is, he’ll never have you. Noctis’ name is quite literally written on you, confirming you’re his soulmate, not Prompto’s. But when you slide closer to him, he doesn’t push you away. How can he?
“We should head back soon,” he announces abruptly. If you kiss him he knows he won’t stop you. The thought has him nauseous. Noctis is his best friend, he needs to be loyal to him. “Ignis’ probably finished dinner.”
Eventually Gladio’ll come looking for them. Noctis will ask where the two of you have been, and Ignis’ll give Prompto that knowing look. He should head back to the campsite with you.
Prompto’s eyes meet yours. Your face is too close and you look so pretty with the sun setting behind you. Had he any wits left, he’d have taken a picture. The moment you come close it’s like his brain shuts off.
It’s wrong. So disgustingly wrong. He’s barely fit enough to be Noct’s friend as it is. Feeling this way towards his soulmate—the person his soul is intertwined with—has to be the worst thing he’s ever done.
He kind of hopes you kiss him though, and he also kinda hopes a meteorite lands on him at the same time.