[he offers, trying to be both comforting and funny. he knows it's not fair to just shove it all under a scope of humor, but prompto understands this feeling of not being cherished by the people one would think should.]
You're alright. I wouldn't replace you for anyone else, Noah.
[He doesn't pull away from that hand on his head. But he can't help but give a humorless snort at that]
Yeah, well, you're in the minority on that one.
[He's very sure lots of people would replace him, if given the chance.]
...Anyway, I ended up being one of those kids you hear on the news, you know, the trafficked ones? My parent either sold me or gave me away to someone who sold me, I dunno which. I didn't even have a real name until I was about seven, after I got away.
[He gives a small little sigh]
So yeah, hearing people described as "assets"? Just...reminded me of all that shit.
[prompto removes his hand in surprise, just looking over at noah with something akin to disbelief. but... prompto isn't so horrible he would think that noah is making this up. why would anyone want to make something like that up?]
That's fucked up.
[he speaks from a place of understanding--at least of empathizing, even if he would never be able to accurately put himself in that situation.]
--I meant what I said. You need anythin', I'm your guy. Kinda like family, right? I got your back.
[And he wasn't making it up. If anything, it probably explained a number of things about him. Why he was so hostile, so untrusting, so slow to warm up to people. It was hard to shake those times, to forget that the world could be such a cruel place for no good reason.
....
He gives a little nod at Prompto from under that hand. He did understand that. Prompto's always looked at him. He understood him, to some extent.]
...I know. You're....you kinda make me think of a weird big brother.
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Having parents is overrated anyway.
[he offers, trying to be both comforting and funny. he knows it's not fair to just shove it all under a scope of humor, but prompto understands this feeling of not being cherished by the people one would think should.]
You're alright. I wouldn't replace you for anyone else, Noah.
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Yeah, well, you're in the minority on that one.
[He's very sure lots of people would replace him, if given the chance.]
...Anyway, I ended up being one of those kids you hear on the news, you know, the trafficked ones? My parent either sold me or gave me away to someone who sold me, I dunno which. I didn't even have a real name until I was about seven, after I got away.
[He gives a small little sigh]
So yeah, hearing people described as "assets"? Just...reminded me of all that shit.
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[prompto removes his hand in surprise, just looking over at noah with something akin to disbelief. but... prompto isn't so horrible he would think that noah is making this up. why would anyone want to make something like that up?]
That's fucked up.
[he speaks from a place of understanding--at least of empathizing, even if he would never be able to accurately put himself in that situation.]
--I meant what I said. You need anythin', I'm your guy. Kinda like family, right? I got your back.
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[And he wasn't making it up. If anything, it probably explained a number of things about him. Why he was so hostile, so untrusting, so slow to warm up to people. It was hard to shake those times, to forget that the world could be such a cruel place for no good reason.
....
He gives a little nod at Prompto from under that hand. He did understand that. Prompto's always looked at him. He understood him, to some extent.]
...I know. You're....you kinda make me think of a weird big brother.
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[a sniffle]
I don't know if I'm big brother material, but that means a lot. I promise to do my best to honor how you feel.
It's... hard to ignore it, but the past's the past. Right now? You mean something to people. You're someone important. At least, to me.
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[HE SAYS SO IN A LOVINGLY TSUNDERE WAY. Biting into a donut now because sharing feelings are Hard.]
...Thanks.
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You're welcome, dude. If life gets you down, just let me know. I'll vouch for you. Who cares if some old lady got mad?
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Well, hopefully not the rest of the group....
[He does appreciate Prompto's sentiment though. He sounds even a little happier. a little]