[There's no hesitation, of course. His hands shift to hold her back, though he gives the one he'd been coughing into a quick rub against the side of his jacket first. His voice is quiet and reluctant as he responds, half-muffled on her shoulder.]
There really isn't.
[In a morbid sort of sense, he's lucky he's only had to tell a couple of people. Visions or other versions of him had done the work for him for most of those who are aware of it. It does make him wonder, though- were the other Nocts that Prompto had been with in the fleet just as cowardly as he was, hiding it all that time, or had they not known either? He sort of envies them, the way he might envy his past self.]
That doesn't make it okay that I hid it, though. Lying by omission still sucks.
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There really isn't.
[In a morbid sort of sense, he's lucky he's only had to tell a couple of people. Visions or other versions of him had done the work for him for most of those who are aware of it. It does make him wonder, though- were the other Nocts that Prompto had been with in the fleet just as cowardly as he was, hiding it all that time, or had they not known either? He sort of envies them, the way he might envy his past self.]
That doesn't make it okay that I hid it, though. Lying by omission still sucks.