[he wanted to peace out of this conversation, needing a few minutes to reassemble himself. trust is such a weird concept for Prompto. having no friends growing up, and then becoming the closest person to his country's prince, and going on a road trip with them to take him to meet his fiance... he doesn't want to think he's naive, but in some ways he definitely is. he knows how the world works, he knows that there's darkness lurking out there everywhere you look. but he tries to see the light and earnestly believes that people aren't wired to try and fuck others over.
Vincent definitely has a good point, overall. it's good to be weary of others and guarded with things that can be used to twist you. but the opposite is true, too. it's not good to be so distanced from other people that you can't really express how you feel. he looks down at the ground, as Vincent talks. two opposing people, at the core of things, shaped by their life experiences.
but he didn't expect this. Vincent Valentine is filled with surprises, and even though he doesn't know his name at all, he's one of the most intriguing people to figure out that he's met here. as he sees him struggle to get the words out, even though they're stilted, he takes it to heart just as strongly as he did the scolding.
admittedly, there's not a lot of things he can be sure about in this world. but he has some confidence in knowing the person in front of him doesn't want to see something bad to happen to him.
he takes a moment, the fight or flight response dying down a little as he realigns.]
I... [what's left to say, really?]
It is kinda hard. I've never really had a lot of people in my life that I could talk to that stuff about. I just.
I'll do better, in the future. I promise.
[he looks up and over at Vincent, who had just postured a speech about opening up to people while practically talking to his hand.
and then, in a somewhat smaller voice, tentative and unknowing.]
Thanks. For keeping my secret safe and. For being a person that won't hurt me because of it.
[ they are two very opposing personalities, almost night and day in both their takes and approaches to life. whereas prompto desires the companionship and approval of others, vincent closes himself off to everyone he meets, even the ones who he have come to call friends. asking him to open up is like trying to move a sunken boulder. he only gives way when he wants and how he wants to with little to no concern over the opinions of others.
his trust is hard won; his past is a burden he must carry alone. he sees no point in developing his relationships beyond a certain point, choosing to keep people at arm's length. but it's different, for him. he doesn't deserve what most crave, so he doesn't spare them more than a passing thought.
he responds with a small nod, jerky in motion, before he falls into an uncomfortable silence and then— ]
You... [ he lets his arm drop back down to his side as his lashes lower over his eyes. quietly, he sets forth an unrefined, ] I'm here. To listen.
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Vincent definitely has a good point, overall. it's good to be weary of others and guarded with things that can be used to twist you. but the opposite is true, too. it's not good to be so distanced from other people that you can't really express how you feel. he looks down at the ground, as Vincent talks. two opposing people, at the core of things, shaped by their life experiences.
but he didn't expect this. Vincent Valentine is filled with surprises, and even though he doesn't know his name at all, he's one of the most intriguing people to figure out that he's met here. as he sees him struggle to get the words out, even though they're stilted, he takes it to heart just as strongly as he did the scolding.
admittedly, there's not a lot of things he can be sure about in this world. but he has some confidence in knowing the person in front of him doesn't want to see something bad to happen to him.
he takes a moment, the fight or flight response dying down a little as he realigns.]
I... [what's left to say, really?]
It is kinda hard. I've never really had a lot of people in my life that I could talk to that stuff about. I just.
I'll do better, in the future. I promise.
[he looks up and over at Vincent, who had just postured a speech about opening up to people while practically talking to his hand.
and then, in a somewhat smaller voice, tentative and unknowing.]
Thanks. For keeping my secret safe and. For being a person that won't hurt me because of it.
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his trust is hard won; his past is a burden he must carry alone. he sees no point in developing his relationships beyond a certain point, choosing to keep people at arm's length. but it's different, for him. he doesn't deserve what most crave, so he doesn't spare them more than a passing thought.
he responds with a small nod, jerky in motion, before he falls into an uncomfortable silence and then— ]
You... [ he lets his arm drop back down to his side as his lashes lower over his eyes. quietly, he sets forth an unrefined, ] I'm here. To listen.