I know what to do! (Noctis spits back. The last thing he needs is to cause Peter any more damage. He's gotta be there for Prompto, and for whatever stupid reason this guy wanted to come back in this mess to help others. Noctis could have done it just fine! He worries over Peter's leg, he worries over getting them both out as soon as they can. He worries there there's going to be another explosion and both of them are going to get hurt.
But fuck, if Peter was lost in all of this, on Noct's time - how would he ever explain that to Prompto?
He manages to tear the bed sheet into strips and he pours some water over Peter's leg before he begins to wipe at it. Then he thought to himself: this was hell, even if Peter does die he'll come back again. Beneath those thoughts, however, were uncomfortable spikes of attraction. Peter had a lot of positive qualities about him which Noct found attractive. Even his damn stubbornness, though when it was anchored onto Noct the prince didn't much care for it. Still, outside of those situations he liked how Peter felt like Ignis at times. Caring, nosey, bossy, and directive.)
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But fuck, if Peter was lost in all of this, on Noct's time - how would he ever explain that to Prompto?
He manages to tear the bed sheet into strips and he pours some water over Peter's leg before he begins to wipe at it. Then he thought to himself: this was hell, even if Peter does die he'll come back again. Beneath those thoughts, however, were uncomfortable spikes of attraction. Peter had a lot of positive qualities about him which Noct found attractive. Even his damn stubbornness, though when it was anchored onto Noct the prince didn't much care for it. Still, outside of those situations he liked how Peter felt like Ignis at times. Caring, nosey, bossy, and directive.)