[it was the combined efforts of prompto's own pain and the one jon projected through his touch, pain which he seems to keep bottled up for himself alone, which caused the grief to rise further up. he simply shakes his head and shrugs, deciding to press face to his palm, taking on a stance despite the circumstances.]
It's no big.
[jon's only trying his best to help.]
It kinda makes sense to be upset at a bar, right? Great chance to drink it all away, as they say.
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It's no big.
[jon's only trying his best to help.]
It kinda makes sense to be upset at a bar, right? Great chance to drink it all away, as they say.
[not that he's going to.]