Riku wouldn't have blamed him if he did. He's caught his own share of naps in the Gummiship with His Majesty, the King Mickey at the helm, he knows how important those little, stolen moments of reprieve are.
It's enough that he clasps around his middle without complaint.
It isn't about what Prompto needs or what Riku needs, individually. Together, they can stay warmer, they can go longer. They can fight harder, when the moment demands their best. So Prompto quips that he might get some sleep and he'll hear no complaint or protest from Riku, who will keep steering them straight for the armory.
The only time he stops is to take the torches along the way, and finally, to disembark at where he believes the camouflaged armory is, to find their way in and deposit the torches there.
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It's enough that he clasps around his middle without complaint.
It isn't about what Prompto needs or what Riku needs, individually. Together, they can stay warmer, they can go longer. They can fight harder, when the moment demands their best. So Prompto quips that he might get some sleep and he'll hear no complaint or protest from Riku, who will keep steering them straight for the armory.
The only time he stops is to take the torches along the way, and finally, to disembark at where he believes the camouflaged armory is, to find their way in and deposit the torches there.
"We're here."