I can feel it's just... not the same?

-=hes not sure how to explain. instead of trying he winds two of his arms over eliot's shoulders and leans in to rest their foreheads together. not the same, but he still wants to feel as close to Eliot as he can. sherwin was a good man, but he still hates the whole concept of what just happened to him. all he wants to do now is curl up with eliot and hide away from everything for a while=-

I love you...

-=gots he really does want to kiss Eliot right then. the need is almost overwhelming. he just wants to feel real and alive again, and he's never felt more so then when he's intimate with Eliot, even if it's just a kiss. that seems to be what does it, that desire overriding whatever fear had kept him locked in the new form.

with a flash of light not unlike when he calls his weapons, Prompto is suddenly himself again, small and hanging from Eliot's shoulders in a wash of floating spots of light. he stares up at eliot with wide, confused, blue eyes. then with a soft, desperate sound in the back of his throat, he pushes himself up onto his toes so he can press a kiss to eliot's lips=-