He shifted, looking less embarrassed and sitting so his legs were crossed, looking at the ocean was easier than looking at Cor, but it was a strange conversation to have.

"Yeah. He almost was...incapacitated." He leaned back on his hands, digging his fingers into the sand. "The grief was raw and just-I wanted him to have more time than we had."

Inevitably, they didn't. "No, he wasn't reckless just kinda lost in his own pain?" Prompto was trying to describe it. "Gladio was so sick of it. They were fighting, on the train." He tried to break it up, that felt like it was a long time ago. He was lost in thought.

"I always wanted to meet her." It was an idle musing, one he often had. A promise that hadn't worked out through no fault of Noctis'.

"When we were drunk? I don't know?" He blinked. "But if you mean after that, yeah, he did." He laughed nervously. "I'm not the kind of guy who takes risks like that. I don't want to do anything to drive them away. If I don't have them, I don't have anyone."