It didn't take much to realize what Prompto meant. He saw the cuts and bruises when they found him suspended in that godsdamned contraption within the cell block. Every other one with an unresponsive daemon inside, save his.

"Yeah, but you never really told us what happened."

Which left a lot to the imagination, and none of it he liked. Especially knowing what that bastard did to him to cause the chain reaction in the first place, and his own trip through Zegnautus trying to find Prompto. He sighed, turning to lean against the counter as he held the warm cup in his hands. He won't pressure Prompto into talking about it, but, the silent offer's there.

None of them were really good at using their words, huh.