Oh, hey- [Eliot begins, a startled expression lighting his face as Prompto turns back to himself. It's actually pretty impressive, but he barely has time to process this before Prompto is hanging off his shoulders, forcing him to bend forward, and then he's being kissed. ]

[Oh. Yeah. He really had missed that, Jesus. The older man wraps his arms around the lithe blond and tugs him as close as he can, kissing back with a will. There's a part of him inside that still feels jealous and uncertain and weird, but it's easy to ignore with Prompto's needy form pressed up against him, here and now, obviously still wanting him.]

Guess we didn't need a spell after all.