There's no way to say this without sounding totally lame, but when he hears that Noct's actually worried, it does make him feel better. Couldn't shake what he said the last time on the train, even though he knows what Ardyn did because the Chancellor couldn't help gloating about it. Good thing he's riding piggyback on Gladio: it means the guy can't see the pathetic, hopeful look on his face.

"Yeah...yeah, I guess you're right. We'll hook up with Noct and everything will be better."

Okay, so now he's just saying that, trying to put his best foot forward so Gladio doesn't see the real him.

Prompto's grip tightens around Gladio to show he's got him, since he can't see him pausing and nodding. For a moment he's silent as he peeks out the hallway. Now that he's conscious this time around, he can see that it's abandoned, for the most part. A few sprawled MTs lie here and there, something clutching at his throat as he goes down that rabbit hole and wonders about them. Who they were. How much of that person might've been alive inside the shells, if that was a thing. Horrible to think this, but he's hoping for their own sake whoever fueled the MT? That they're long gone. Casting one last look at the red points of eyes glaring from within the MT's casing, Prompto tears his eyes away.

"About that," Prompto bites his lip before he goes on, "Gladio, I kinda don't think it's that easy. Maybe we should just get to Noct and Iggy and the crystal and call it a day."

Cowardly, maybe, but the idea of Gladio facing up against Ardyn and thinking he'll die like anyone else 'cause he got run through with a bigass blade? It scares the holy hell out of him.