No shit it's a comedy gold mine, and probably would have expected it and handled it better were it not for, you know, having his back turned at the time.

That's small potatoes to him though, compared to what was going on in Prompto's head. He wanted to tell him to take it slow, try to take it one word at the time. He scoots closer, abandoning his slate on the floor- completely forgotten as his friend stammers. Trying to get something out that is eating him up inside.

And then he spits it out, and it all comes back to him at once. The Crystal, Ardyn's claims, and finally, Bahamut's Revelation. His eyes widen at first, because how did Prompto find out? He hasn't told a soul, not even Clarus - the person who knew him the longest of anyone here on this gods-forsaken planet. Or Ignis, who's known him since before he can clearly remember. He couldn't, and yet... Here he was, being confronted about it by someone he both dreaded ever telling because he knew how well he'd take it, and regretted not telling him himself.

He pursed his lips, his eyebrows knitting together as his eyes start to squint closed as his gaze fell. Glancing away and to the hand that rested against the floor with that black ring still resting on his finger. His own breath hitching as it all came tumbling down.

All told, it was only about five seconds, and yet it felt so much longer.

"Yeah," he confirmed, feeling his throat dry up despite it feeling like something was caught there. "I know it, alright." How could he not, with how those deep blue eyes had bore right through him as he struggled to so much as come to terms what he was being told.

He still hadn't, and now he couldn't even look Prompto in the eye. Doing so would get him started.