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[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto couldn’t sleep.
He couldn’t sleep and that was a problem because he was exhausted and he hadn’t had a chance to sleep for more than a few scattered hours in the back of a van in days. He should have been out like a light now that he was safe and warm. Noctis was. He could hear his friend’s slow, deep breaths from across the room and knew that nothing short of an earthquake would wake him up. Prompto wanted to sleep. He should have slept but…
It was like something in his head wouldn’t let him. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he felt like he might die if he didn’t, something rattling around up there kept him tossing and turning and tossing again. His hands felt twitchy and he was breathing too fast and every time he noticed he was breathing too fast, he’d try to slow it down but then be way too aware that he was breathing at all.
Eventually, he’d had enough trying. He sat up from where he’d made a little nest on the floor of Iggy’s medical room. Ignis had been in and out of consciousness since they’d half-carried him into their getaway car, and now it seemed like he was definitely out. Prompto crept towards the bed and watched his friend until he was certain he’d seen Ignis’ chest rising and falling. Noctis was curled up on the couch, visible in a beam of moonlight from the window. He was dead asleep, alright, but had lost his blanket sometime in the night and looked a little cold. Prompto found it crumpled in a heap on the floor and drew it up to Noct’s shoulders. He gave Noct a tired smile before he sighed.
Everything was alright. Their plan had worked. Ignis was alive. No one was hurt, but…
But it all felt wrong for a reason Prompto didn’t even know. He ran a hand through his hair and crept carefully into the hallway.
He’d get some water. That’s what he needed. Or maybe he’d clean his guns. Or find something in the clinic that needed repairing or…
Or…
His tired eyes landed on the dim light of a candle flickering from a slightly open door. He forgot all his plans, and his curiosity took over as he approached it instead. He couldn’t just leave a fire burning if someone had fallen asleep without extinguishing it. Or maybe there was someone else who couldn’t sleep and could use the company. Like Caius. Or one of the two other guys who were staying at the clinic. He didn’t want to bother anyone, really, but…
He was already peeking inside the room before he could think better of it. When he couldn’t see anything through the crack in the door, he shifted to get a better angle and-
The floorboard creaked. It creaked loud. Prompto froze to the spot, suddenly realizing that he looked like some kind of creep, standing out here like this at whatever midnight hour it was. He hoped, prayed that whoever was inside was asleep and wouldn’t find him.
[attr=class,bulk] It had been a hectic day, all things considered. There was the usual traffic in and out of the clinic, and then Caius’ friends had turned up near sunset. The blond man had at least warned her ahead of time that the king and his retinue might need help, so it wasn’t a complete surprise. Still, she found treating their injured friend to be sadder than most jobs that she’d gotten so far on Zephon. Ignis’ wounds weren’t particularly life-threatening, but they were numerous and spoke of years of harsh treatment. The poor man was littered with barely healed scars, not to mention his eyes. Yuna wished that she could have done something for his eyesight, but it was an old wound. It also looked so deep that she wasn’t sure she could have saved his vision even if it hadn’t happened a long time ago. Everything about it was just horrifically sad. She hoped that with enough rest he’d recover soon. Prompto and Noctis seemed to adore him, and they’d refused to sleep anywhere else but his medical room.
Which…that was honestly a good thing, because Yuna only had two guest rooms upstairs, and those were currently occupied by Monori and then Dion and Terence. She’d already had to put Caius on the floor in her room, which she felt bad about doing, but he’d refused to take her bed. The clinic really was packed to the brim tonight.
By the time that she’d finished up her work for the evening, Yuna wanted nothing more than a hot bath to soak away the ache in her muscles from standing for so long. She adored the work that they did here, but the hours really could be long. The others were probably already asleep upstairs, and Yuna didn’t particularly want to wake anyone by drawing a bath. The downstairs bathroom should work just as well though—it was on the other side of the waiting room from the medical rooms, so it was far enough out of the way that it shouldn’t bother anyone if she used it. With that in mind, Yuna lit a candle and started to fill up the tub as she pushed the door closed behind her. She was so distracted though that she neglected to check if the door had actually clicked shut.
Once the water was warm enough, Yuna slid into the bath and closed her eyes, trying her best to forget about the stress of the day. She wasn’t sure how long had passed when the loud creak of a floorboard suddenly made her eyes open. The door was slightly cracked—had she not shut it all the way?—and there was part of a horrified face staring back at her. The candlelight flickered across spiky blond hair, and Yuna gave a slightly undignified squeak as she sank a bit lower in the bath. “Prompto! Did-...did you need something? Is Ignis-?” The question was only half-formed, but worry suddenly seized her. The only reason that she could think of for the blond man to still be awake was that Ignis had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.
“Right! I’m coming!” Yuna burst straight out of the bath, all modesty forgotten in the face of the emergency in front of her. Grabbing the towel off the counter, she wrapped it around herself determinedly. “What’s the situation?”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] ”Ah!”
Time slowed to a flicker of images like the projections of an old film reel. There was the door, open just a crack. There he was, edging around the door, peering in. Then he saw a sink. A bathtub. A human figure and-
Oh. Oh no.
No, no, no, no, no. Not like this!
Horror. Sheer, unbridled horror. He’d never felt anything like it. Shame, embarrassment, fear, all of it balled together in a way that made the words seem meaningless. He stumbled back, staring as though he were faced with a looming behemoth, drooling at the mouth. Except this was worse. So, so much worse.
’Stop staring!’ a voice said, the last remaining ounce of his reason, but it went entirely unheard. It was like being told to look away from a house fire. A beautiful, sexy, dripping wet-
Prompto made a noise somewhere between a groan and a squeak as he shoved a hand over his eyes and recoiled, looking down so that he couldn’t look even if some horrible, treacherous instinct cracked his resolve.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
”I wasn’t peeking!” he blurted out and then the dam was broken and his words tumbled out like a flash flood. ”I was all worked up so I couldn’t sleep and I tried and tried and tried cause I’m real tired, you know? But I couldn’t cause Iggy’s all messed up and we’ve been through so much and that jail place was real bad and reminded me of some things that don’t really matter right now so I got up and I was gonna go get some water but then I saw a light over here and I didn’t know it was the bathroom – I swear! – I just thought maybe somebody was up or maybe there was a candle somebody hadn’t put out and I don’t want the place to burn to the ground so I wanted to check and then you were here and nobody’s hurt, I’m just stupid, and I know I look like some sorta creep, but I’m not I just wanted to help, don’t hurt me!”
He only stopped cause his mouth was dry from talking too much. Or maybe from the nerves. Or maybe cause some parts of his brain were occupied with things they really shouldn’t be because Yuna was nice and selfless and caring and deserved better than whatever his mind was concocting up like some sort of sick video you’d find on the internet.
This was a dream. Just a dream. He didn’t have insomnia! He must have been sleeping right now and he was having a terrible nightmare! That had to be it because this couldn’t be happening, not in a just world. Not in a world with any mercy at all.
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto yelled and immediately put a hand over his face, which told Yuna that he had definitely not been expecting to find her in the bath. She had already covered herself with a towel, so blocking out his eyes really wasn’t necessary, but a part of her appreciated it anyway. Particularly when it became clear that there was no medical emergency and the whole thing was just a misunderstanding. “Oh…” Yuna’s cheeks felt hot, and she was suddenly very interested in the pattern of the bathroom wallpaper as Prompto started talking. And talking. Oh…poor guy, he might have been even more embarrassed than she was.
“Why would I hurt you?” Yuna asked with a frown, finally looking back at him as he finished up his panicked speech. “It…was an accident, wasn’t it?” He had made that abundantly clear at least. Anyway, she was a little concerned about the type of people he was used to since he seemed to expect her to murder him, but now was neither the time nor the place to focus on that. Either way, Yuna seemed to be in loads better shape than Prompto right now, so she let out a slow breath and did her best to take charge of the situation. “Give me a moment to get dressed, and then maybe I can put some tea on? I was still awake too, and that always helps me sleep.” She gave him a half smile—not quite her genuine one but she really was embarrassed—and then she closed the door in his face.
Immediately she put her own hands over her eyes and gave herself some time to feel mortified. Finally she gently clapped her hands over her cheeks and rose up, feeling determined to act normally. Draining the tub, she pulled on the basics of her normal dress while leaving off the jewelry and the flowing sleeves. Those both seemed a bit much for this time of night. Afterward, she pulled open the door and shot him a more normal smile. “Okay! What tea do you like? Chamomile and lavender are both supposed to be pretty good for sleep.” As she spoke, she started making her way across the main room to the kitchen in the back. There was a table in there too, so it was the perfect spot to sit and talk.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna was a saint. Prompto could almost see the light of the Astrals shining upon her as she reassured him that all was forgiven. As she understood an honest mistake that would have had him nursing a black eye with anyone else. She was good. She was kind. And yes, she was still dripping wet with nothing but a towel on but he tried not to look at that because she didn’t deserve anything but the best. Cindy was a goddess, untouchable, inspiring awe upon all who witnessed her, but Yuna? Yuna was a saint.
Always giving. Always sacrificing. She was approachable and sweet and funny and-!
Okay this was really not the time for that!
Prompto felt tears in his eyes as he clasped his hands together and slammed his eyes closed. ”Thank you!” The words practically fell out of his mouth, wavering with relief and adrenaline and all of his nerves. ”Right! Yeah! Go uh. Go do that!” he added before he squeaked, ”Sorry!” and fled. Not…far exactly. Just down the hallway to wait so she felt like she had space.
The bathroom door closed. The second he was alone, Prompto felt heat rise up in his cheeks until it felt like he was on fire and his eyes grew heavy with all those unshed tears and he shoved his face in his hands and stifled a scream of embarrassment.
Why was he like this? Why did these things always happen to him? Was it him? Was he the problem? But anyone could have walked in on that, right? He’d just been trying to help! And-!
And…
His throat was tight and he forced himself to swallow. He was tired. Really tired. And all the danger and gunshots and fearing for his life still hadn’t quite left him. It never really did, but he always felt like something could be over his shoulder, watching him, after a real bad fight. Some Crownsguard he was. Spooked and worried and seeing Ignis hurt and dirty and starved everytime he closed his eyes.
Gladio would’ve been strong right about now. He never cracked. Prompto did. One of these days, he might just shatter.
Prompto jumped as the door opened again, and he lowered his hands, taking one last chance to wipe his eyes, disguising it as he used the same motion to push back his gelled hair. Yuna was clothed again. That was good. He hoped she was doing better than he was.
”Oh man. Lots of tea, huh? I dunno. How about both!” He tried to keep his voice chipper and upbeat, but it wavered in a way that betrayed him. Ugh. At least she’d know he was trying.
Prompto slid into a chair in the kitchen and watched her by the flickering candlelight. Here she was, a saint comforting him after everything that had happened. Making him tea. He felt something turn in his chest, and he wondered if it was love or just desperation for somebody to tell him it would all be okay.
It would feel great, he thought, to fall into her arms and let it all out without fear of judgment. He couldn’t do that with the guys. But maybe with Yuna…
He shook his head hard. No daydreaming. He was here. In the kitchen. Having a conversation.
”What’re you doing up so late?” he asked, trying to sound casual. ”Sorry. I mean, sorry again. About. You know.”
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto seemed incredibly grateful that Yuna wasn’t trying to hurt him, which still seemed like an odd reaction as far as she was concerned. Then again, if something similar had happened to Lulu or Rikku, the offender would probably have ended up nursing a Thundara and a punch respectively…
On second thought, maybe the summoner had been a little too nice, but she couldn’t bring herself to yell at anyone over an accident. It was probably best to just put on a professional face and pretend that nothing had happened. If she kept up the act long enough, maybe they’d both forget about it eventually. She could dream at least.
As she opened the door, it became immediately obvious that Prompto was thinking the same thing. He kept his voice upbeat, but she still caught the way that he rubbed furtively at his eyes, and she immediately softened a little. He must have been worried about his friend. In that light, she was glad that she hadn’t given him a hard time or anything. “Both?” That was a slightly odd answer to which variety of tea he wanted, but maybe that was just a sign of how shaken up he was. “I suppose I could mix them. I don’t see why not.” She’d make it work! Lavender chamomile tea sounded lovely now that she thought about it. Maybe it would be extra relaxing. They could both use that.
As they moved into the kitchen, Prompto took a seat at the table while Yuna fished out a kettle. She’d just started spooning tea leaves into the strainer when he asked what she was still doing up so late. “I’d just gotten everything settled for the night,” she admitted, knowing that it was basically a confirmation of how little sleep she normally got. “It’s much better than it used to be now that we have more employees, but things still get pretty hectic around here sometimes.” She hoped that wasn’t offensive given that most of the evening had been spent on his friend’s old wounds, so she hastily added a bit more. “I don’t mind it though. It reminds me a little of what I used to do on Spira.” Helping the people and bringing them hope had always been her goal as a summoner. It was just the church of Yevon that she could do without.
Prompto also apologized once again, and Yuna felt her cheeks heat up as she placed the kettle on the stove. “Let’s maybe not talk about that,” she said with a low chuckle, not quite meeting his eyes until she cleared her throat and changed the subject. “How are you holding up? You and your friends? Caius told me a little about what you all were planning…”
