Waking up during the late hours of night, Noctis still laid in his bedroll and didn't bother to move an inch. It was too early for him, and yet he couldn't really help waking up randomly. Grumbling, Noctis wriggled his waist when he felt something peculiar.
"Ugh, Prompto, your hand is on my stomach," groaned Noctis.
Laying beside Prompto was a usual thing for Noctis when they were out camping, but tonight Prompto appeared a little too close. His hand rested right on Noctis' abdomen, with the other hand resting beneath his pillow for comfort. Prompto's fingernails dug into the toned muscle, having lifted Noctis' black shirt beforehand.
"Wh-what?" Prompto asked with tired eyes.
"Put your hand somewhere else," grumbled Noctis another time. "Like, keep your hands to yourself."
Prompto just casually came up with an excuse, "I want to keep you safe, Noct, like, from the monsters and stuff. We are camping, remember?"
Grumbling, Noctis didn't bother to fight back this time.
"It just tickles, okay?"
"Then how come you're not laughing?"
"Whatever," was his only response.
Keeping his eyes closed, Noctis went quiet. One hand rested beneath his pillow, while the other decided to rest over Prompto's hand on his abdomen. A small smile appeared over his rims, Noctis still never bothered to look at the blonde male behind him due to how tired he felt. He didn't say anything else.