"I'm not sure." He answered honestly, he had his legs tucked underneath him on the chair and he accepted the drink.

"Thank you." Prompto murmured, gesturing that he could sit.

"I was watching the sun go down." He knew, or rather hoped, in the morning it would rise again. He tended to be up early enough to see that, so he assumed he would. He couldn't quite quell the fear that that simple cycle wouldn't happen.