He's glad, because right now. That would have to be enough. The fact that three of them were here. That he was here and awake and most decidedly not stuck in a crystalline chrysalis. Waiting until he was ready to die.

If only he were able to say it, but after this... he can't. He just can't.

"And that's new...how?" He tried to joke, imply the happier little freak outs (like the festival), but it fell flat. Just like his expression other than how concerned and exhausted he was.

"Only if you're okay with it." He wasn't going to push it. Not at Prompto's expense.