[He notices that and he feels pretty immediately. Sighing a bit he pulls him closer- about as close as he physically can right now.]

I know...

[Sighing again, softer this time.]

But here's the thing. Who cares if other people don't. Shouldn't it only matter that I do? Like. Unless you wanna be with a bunch of strangers that don't matter.

And I guarantee others do, you just don't see what I see when other people look at you. Which kinda pisses me off, I don't want them to because I'm selfish.

Prompto, you're my best friend. Nothing is changing that. But if I have to kiss every damn inch of you to show you I mean what I say, then I'll do it.