It was a surreal experience to see someone in the kitchen that he'd been dying to meet for years. He'd always seen her from afar, images and words and he'd never been this close to her.

He wasn't even wearing proper clothes, he'd slept in these!

Prompto opened his mouth and closed it again. He could feel his anxiety building in the moment he was just not prepared for this, he should have been, but really, he'd been expecting an introduction or something not to just walk up and find her there.

She was speaking to him and it would be rude not to answer, but what could he say? There were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to tell her.

He swallowed, and attempted to speak, although it was soundless, before he finally broke through, voice cracking. "Uh huh."