He didn't want to think of what would happen if he hadn't met Prompto. What his life would have been like without someone who coaxed him out of his own shell. To see him like this was painful, but he kept his mouth shut. Not wanting to stop the dam lest it never got out and festered to the point it was crippling.

Especially as the floodgates opened, and he just... sat there, listened quietly and at a loss of what to say. That, when Prompto finished, he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in close. Not denying the wounds that Ardyn inflicted upon him, not arguing them with every fiber of his being. Just... accepting it, gently brushing one hand up and down his back.

He won't say what happened with him, not until asked.

"What can I do to help," he asked, so quietly that he wasn't sure he even said out loud. Yet he wanted- no, needed to help Prompto feel safe again.