When Prompto let go, he pushed off the ground with a sigh. Not because of relief, but-

Something else was obviously eating at his friend. Something that moved him to tears and unable to make witty comments about their position moments earlier. What...?

He turned to face him, and he instantly regretted it. Yet he would not look away. Not this time. Instead, he reached out with a hand, trying to offer some form of comfort.

"Hey." He shook his head. "Forget about it." No harm, no foul. He's more worried about him. "Talk to me, Prompto."

Because it hurts to see his mess of hangups of a bestie be even more of a mess than usual.