[ oh. the panic that had overtaken him fizzles out, and suddenly, prompto figures he might as well go for it. it's not like he's never made mistakes before, but peter's been pretty nice to him so far. not only that, he's kind of lonely and misses being close to someone. he knows that's a terrible reason to engage in anything remotely intimate, but he'd never been good at decent coping mechanisms. so, carefully, he reaches over to move the popcorn into the adjacent seat and slides forward, pushing the arm rest up – even if it's a sort of old theater, he's glad he can at least do that – before holding his breath and moving to climb into peter's lap. ]

I know I don't have to, but I really don't mind. [ his nerves are alight under his skin, and yet, he keeps on barreling through. ] You can touch me if you want. Pretty sure there aren't a whole lot of people in here to see.

[ not that it'd matter since he was kind of into the whole doing stuff in public thing. ]