When Prompto doesn't pull away, he gently wraps his own, calloused hands around it. He closed his eyes, wishing he could take those lines away but knowing he couldn't and probably shouldn't. After all, these...

"Whatever it is, it's only a reminder of the past. Not your future." Noctis gazed down upon the lines and numbers for only a couple more seconds before he let go, looking to Prompto's gaze instead. Smiling faintly. "Doubt I need to remind you that it's yours to choose."

He rests a hand on Prompto's shoulder, smiling faintly. "Should probably finish our milk then head back upstairs."