[prompto stops drawing to pay attention to the words markus is typing out, glancing back at the drawing. he wonders if both are -- related? if the picture is meant to mirror the person he is writing about.]
[he isn't good at these kind of things...]
have you tried imagining holding a conversation with him? if you were that close, i'd imagine that you'd know what he was like, what he would say to you?
[it's a small comfort, perhaps, or not one at all. prompto's used to making up scenarios in his head and deriving comfort from them when he can't talk to that one person in specific for whatever reason.]
...he does sound like a dad i'd like to have
[he hopes that lands well, is what he thinks as he continues tracing on his side of the canvas]
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[he isn't good at these kind of things...]
have you tried imagining holding a conversation with him? if you were that close, i'd imagine that you'd know what he was like, what he would say to you?
[it's a small comfort, perhaps, or not one at all. prompto's used to making up scenarios in his head and deriving comfort from them when he can't talk to that one person in specific for whatever reason.]
...he does sound like a dad i'd like to have
[he hopes that lands well, is what he thinks as he continues tracing on his side of the canvas]