Prompto almost falls into the trap of pretending like things are the same. Like they can pretend nothing happened and it's all buddy-buddy with the teasing and Gladio's godawful dad jokes and play wrestling. All of it's still seared into his memory. He trails off, suddenly aware of how it doesn't sit right yet. His lips press into a line that ages him.
"We shouldn't hang around here any longer than we have to. Saw a small daemon herd less than a mile south."
Prompto's all business even as he avoids looking at Gladio and pretends he really needs to focus on putting his camera away.
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Prompto almost falls into the trap of pretending like things are the same. Like they can pretend nothing happened and it's all buddy-buddy with the teasing and Gladio's godawful dad jokes and play wrestling. All of it's still seared into his memory. He trails off, suddenly aware of how it doesn't sit right yet. His lips press into a line that ages him.
"We shouldn't hang around here any longer than we have to. Saw a small daemon herd less than a mile south."
Prompto's all business even as he avoids looking at Gladio and pretends he really needs to focus on putting his camera away.