Ravus is about to give him verbal permission if he dares hesitate after speaking so wistfully. He has, after all, promised to be Prompto's courage. Thankfully, there's no need, and he's left gently savoring the blond's mouth against his own.

When they draw apart, Ravus takes the time to kiss across his cheeks. Charting across his freckles like a map of tiny stars. Contentment shines in his mismatched eyes, and he gives a brief nod. Boyfriends, yes, he supposes they are.


As to the question, Ravus isn't exactly experienced enough to have a proper answer. What he can do is offer his willingness to see anything and everything through, though.

“Wherever it takes us, I will be content. But, if my limited knowledge can be trusted, I think a date would be a good early stepping stone, no?”