[His words are affecting, but are they affecting in the way he wants them to be? Connor can see the glisten of tears in the other's eyes, even as he drops his head down to hide them. The small changes in breathing and tension across his body, that only he can notice because he was designed to. He worries, maybe, that he might've upset Prompto, until the young man speaks up.
It's all about how we choose to be.
Connor inhales even though he doesn't need the air, knowing the implication.]
...You've been given the choice to be who you want, Prompto. That's a precious opportunity, and one that you can't waste. All right?
[What's unspoken is still clear: Connor doesn't consider him quite in the same category. But he'll cheer Prompto on, as long and as much as he needs it.]
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It's all about how we choose to be.
Connor inhales even though he doesn't need the air, knowing the implication.]
...You've been given the choice to be who you want, Prompto. That's a precious opportunity, and one that you can't waste. All right?
[What's unspoken is still clear: Connor doesn't consider him quite in the same category. But he'll cheer Prompto on, as long and as much as he needs it.]