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[oculusriffs]

TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it


[want to get in touch with Dave? you can leave a TEXT, VOICE, or VIDEO message — or alternatively, he shouldn't be too hard to track down in person.]

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[oculusriffs]

[that's kind of getting into a territory Dave hasn't given himself a chance to really assess emotionally and move past — which isn't Prompto's fault, of course, Dave's the one who brought his bro into the conversation in the first place.]

I dunno. [that's both genuine and a non-answer.]

I guess even total nutjobs like him understood that my room was mine. Everywhere else, though? Puppets.

[punshots]

Ah. He knew what was sacred, huh? Sounds like some bros I know...

[ He means his friends, of course. They're as good as brothers, anyway, and he can sympathize — though perhaps not with something as strange as puppets. It's just that he's grown used to his friends' quirks, and has come to treasure them. And when it comes to giving him a hard time, he knows they'll respect him, and won't turn their back on him.

It's so good to finally understand that after so long.

He sits back, his shoulders sagging. ]

Hey...would you ever want him to show up here?

[ He asks himself this question a lot. ]

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[while Prompto has nothing but fondness for the people he's come to see as his brothers, Dave's ... well.]

No. [hell no, even. it's complicated and unpleasant. somewhere out there in a different timeline, there's a Dave sitting at the top of an apartment building next to Dirk, hashing out those complicated things like they're meant to.]

He died like three years ago. And that's kind of a closed chapter, I guess. I wouldn't even know what to say to the guy if I had the chance.

[punshots]

[ He wouldn't have been surprised either way, people have valid reasons both for and against wishing their friends and loved ones here, but Dave's explanation that follows isn't quite what Prompto was expecting.

Not at all.

Oh.

He opens his mouth for an apology to stumble out, but he stops himself just before he speaks. Dave won't want to hear his apologies, and it's not like it matters, anyway. He doesn't speak hollow words, and how is saying something like "I'm sorry" to finding out his friend's brother died anything but that?

...But it still sucks. Loss in any form sucks. He doesn't know if Astoria would even have a power to...bring someone here who was no longer living, but it's...probably best that she doesn't, even if she could.

He worries at his bottom lip a moment, before finally speaking up again, his gaze flickering carefully to Dave, uncharacteristically serious and quiet. ]

Y'know, I....kinda know how you feel. Got a buddy who's here with me, he...heh. I didn't know if I would ever see him again, before we both showed up here. You bet I was glad as hell to see him, but...doesn't make it any easier.

[ Especially knowing what Noctis has to return home to, if he goes. ]