Summary: It's the last night at Noct's apartment, and Prompto tries to figure out what Noct wants from him.
(Sad, Comfort, Romance)

Noctis' apartment didn't look anything like it had in the past few years. It was empty, aside from a box of personal items that he would take with him in the morning, an outfit for tomorrow, and the furniture that was to remain at the apartment for whatever soul would rent the space in the future. Honestly, Prompto hated to imagine anyone else in this place. There were too many memories here:

The smell of Ignis' desserts, the blaring noise of the TV whenever Gladio would come over for movie night, the laughter and teasing between Prompto and Noctis as they battled each other in King's Knight. Prompto would miss the late nights working on homework with Ignis' coffee to keep them awake, the making out on Noct's leather couch, and the times when Noctis would just sit there and listen when he was lonely, or stressed, or simply needed to escape.

Now, it was just them in this empty space, and tomorrow, everything would change. They wouldn't be mere schoolmates anymore—they would be a royal entourage. Noctis was a prince, and Prompto had always known it, but never had to face it. Not like this, at least. This roadtrip that they would embark on once the sun came up would bring an end to what they were—a simple, fun-loving, young couple from Insomnia.

Prompto had a duty to stand by Noctis' side, to protect him, and to deliver him safely to his bride-to-be. As a member of the Crownsguard, he should have been proud to do all of those things, but how could he be when handing him off to someone else made him die inside?

Prompto realized he'd been staring at the floor for too long, as when he brought his gaze upward again, he saw his best friend—his everything—giving him a heartbreaking stare. Silently, Noctis crossed the empty room and reached for Prompto's hand, pulling it into his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. No words had to be said for Prompto to understand that Noct was feeling the same things he was.

Quietly, Noctis led him into the bedroom, and Prompto was sure he knew what was coming. It was their last night in Noct's apartment, their last night alone together for who knew how long—maybe even ever. Prompto kissed Noctis down to the mattress, feeling the prince's body sink into the sheets below him. Once Noctis' arms were around his neck, and he seemed quite preoccupied with their kisses, Prompto nervously reached a hand down for the hem of his shirt.

Before he had time to think about what this meant, or whether he was ready, he felt Noct's hand on his own, stopping him.

"Prompto, you don't have to do this," Noct whispered, lowering his head back down to the pillow and putting enough distance between their faces that he could stare up into moonlit blue eyes. His hand stroked the back of Prompto's neck, but it wasn't in the way he usually did when he was trying to urge him on. No, this was tender and meaningful, and Prompto knew from that touch that this moment wasn't like others they had shared.

"S-sorry, I didn't know what you were hoping for tonight," Prompto said, averting his eyes and tugging his bottom lip into his mouth anxiously. He tried to swallow his embarrassment, but he was sure that Noct could see it plainly with the moon filtering in through the curtains.

"Just because we're leaving tomorrow, doesn't mean this is over, okay? At least, I'm not ready to call this over."

"So, we should wait?" Prompto's voice was shaky and uncertain, but Noctis was able to calm him with another caress against the back of his neck.

"Will you just lie with me?" the prince asked, eyes flickering with some sort of fear—fear of the future, or fear that his request would be rejected, Prompto wasn't sure. He simply released a soft chuckle that was full of relief, and pressed another kiss to Noctis' lips—relieving his worries as well—before obliging, and laying down at his side.

Cautiously, being oh so careful with one another, they moved in to face each other, and arms wove their way over waists. The night sky was just bright enough that they could make out each other's gentle expressions in the dark room. Prompto fought back a sigh, and silently decided it was best not to give his heart away when it was just going to be broken somewhere down the line. As sad as it was, it was probably better this way, to just keep things simple.