It’s a quiet afternoon, their homework is done and there is little to do until their game finishes it’s update. The palace might have ridiculously high speed internet but Noctis’ apartment doesn’t yet.
The Prince is sprawled over the couch, controller dangling loosely in one hand while the other idly messes with his dark hair. Prompto sits on the floor in front of him, staring blankly at the screen as the bar inches its way to completion. His mind is buzzing with doubts, because it’s the perfect time to tell his friend and really, that’s the whole reason he came over in the first place.
He doesn’t want Noctis, his first and only true friend, to freak out though. Logically he knows that Noctis will be cool about it, that he won’t think twice, but Prompto’s still scared, he’s never come out to anyone before. His parent’s aren’t around enough and he’s never been close to anyone else before.
He takes a deep breath, then stops, but it’s too late because the sound has drawn Noctis’ attention.
“What is it? C’mon man, I know that sigh.”
Prompto deliberately doesn’t look at Noctis as he asks, “Do you like girls?”
Noctis shrugs,frowning a little, “I guess? I dunno dude, I’ve never really thought about it. I’ll probably have to marry someone chosen for me eventually, why torture myself by falling in love when I can’t have it?”
Prompto’s gaze settles on the Prince then, because he hadn’t thought about that and suddenly his own truth seems small. Noctis doesn’t give him the chance to change the subject though.
“Do you not?”
Fuck, he always asks questions like that, like it’s nothing. Prompto inhales sharply and bounces his foot against the carpet,
“I mean, I do…but…I kinda like guys too?”
There, he said it. He watches Noctis’ face, the Prince takes it calmly and seems thoughtful and Prompto swears he sees a hopeful kind of flicker in Noctis’ eyes. Before he can chase it down though it’s gone and Noctis grins at him,
“So that’s why you wanted to be my friend huh? Cause I’m hot stuff.”
Prompto smacks at his shoulder and laughs, cheeks coloring just a little, “Yeah, in your freakin’ dreams. I just felt bad for you having nothin’ beautiful in your life I thought I’d come grace you with my presence. Also you draw in chicks dude.”
Noctis laughs with him but it feels a little off. Prompto watches his friend carefully as they lapse back into the quiet, the weight of his confession is gone and he devotes himself to studying Noctis’ feature. He has a crush on him, he’s not blind to his own feelings about the Prince, but even so he thinks Noctis looks a little sad, a little tired.
He opens his mouth to ask but Noctis isn’t looking at him, sitting up, “C’mon, it’s loaded.”
Prompto snaps his lips shut and picks his controller back up, he’ll save his question for another day, maybe one when he’s brave enough to tell Noctis how his smile make his heart beat harder. Maybe.