Hoo, boy. There was...a lot to unpack with that one, wasn't there?
But Prompto was mostly just...confused. First real friends? How was that even possible? Well, okay, sure, he could get how it was possible; he was about Nina's age when he finally made friends with Noctis, wasn't he? And he hadn't had any friends before that, but that was totally different. He was a sad loner who didn't talk to anyone, who didn't do anything but eat his feelings, play video games, and take photographs, but Nina was Nina. She was all bright and bubbly and sweet, cute and soooo dramatic and fun...
But that jealousy part, now, that was something else entirely, just as confusing and almost a little...frustrating? Because, yeah, okay, gun to his head, Vette was easily his best friend here, but even then...they weren't even that close. It was like having one good eye in a room full of blind people.
"Okay," he said, holding up his hands now that he felt he had some sort of order to his thoughts. "Two things. One: how is that even possible? The friend thing, not the..." He waved his hand a little, because just saying it seemed all sorts of weird, "...jealousy thing. But that does lead me to Point Two: Nina. You and Vette do things without me, like, all the time."
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But Prompto was mostly just...confused. First real friends? How was that even possible? Well, okay, sure, he could get how it was possible; he was about Nina's age when he finally made friends with Noctis, wasn't he? And he hadn't had any friends before that, but that was totally different. He was a sad loner who didn't talk to anyone, who didn't do anything but eat his feelings, play video games, and take photographs, but Nina was Nina. She was all bright and bubbly and sweet, cute and soooo dramatic and fun...
But that jealousy part, now, that was something else entirely, just as confusing and almost a little...frustrating? Because, yeah, okay, gun to his head, Vette was easily his best friend here, but even then...they weren't even that close. It was like having one good eye in a room full of blind people.
"Okay," he said, holding up his hands now that he felt he had some sort of order to his thoughts. "Two things. One: how is that even possible? The friend thing, not the..." He waved his hand a little, because just saying it seemed all sorts of weird, "...jealousy thing. But that does lead me to Point Two: Nina. You and Vette do things without me, like, all the time."