It...Surprises Prompto a little, how easily Ravus just lets him climb into his lap. A part of him is screaming at this point, panicking over how this is far more than friend behavior. Yet he wants this. Deep in his heart of hearts, he truly does want this. Maybe, it seems, Ravus does too. To share a quiet, gentle moment like this. To rest, and bask in one another's presence.

The silver settles his chin on Prompto's shoulder, and with that a contented sigh escapes the smaller's lips. It shifts to a questioning, slightly surprised little hum at the feeling of fingers brushing feather-light against the forming wings on his back. Then, Ravus starts to massage those aching, shifting muscles. At first Prompto tenses up, wincing at the ache it initially causes- but as he moves in those broad circles and warms up the area, the boy does quite the opposite of being stiff, melting against his companion's chest with another sweet little sound. The malformed wing-nubs even move and try to stretch in response. "Mm, wow, that's real nice..."

Prompto closes his eyes, tries to just ride out the feeling of Ravus' warmth, the hand working at his back, and his own hands continuing their own gentle movements. With where his head rests, he can hear the beating of the other's heart.

It is absolutely racing. There are only a few things that could mean to the blond. Does he dare to hope about one such answer?

"Ravus...Your heart. Are you ok?"