For as anxiously unsure Ravus is about this entire situation, unfamiliar with intimacy, this isn't as terrifying as he might have imagined. None of the pressures he feared manifests. There's no expectation to know things he could never possibly know. Prompto doesn't push him, and doesn't expect a performance Ravus has never rehearsed. No call to desires he's long divorced to protect himself. Just the quiet of their breathing and the river bubbling around them.

That, and the race of Ravus’ heart, apparently.

He's not even realized it, truth be told. Wrapped up in his head and counting the worries down. Letting the lull of peace preoccupy him where his thoughts steadily fall away.

But there's a question there. And as is his nature, Ravus can't help but be honest.

“I am. I think...” He sighs, and draws Prompto a touch closer. “I think it is because I like this.”