Ah yes, the attempts to brush his bangs out of his face. How many times had Ignis attempted and failed miserably when they were growing up considering they just feel back seconds later? A similar effect happened then, though it took a bit more time for the strands to fall back into place considering how his hair was a little longer than it was in their high school days.

The hand that was still cupped around the back of Prompto's neck gently pulled him closer, Noct offering his shoulder. Both to try and console, and so that Prompto wouldn't see the face he was making.

Because he couldn't promise that he wouldn't die, no matter how much he longed to.

"We'll think of something, Prom." When they can look at it and come up with any plans. Things that are a bit hard when it felt like someone was ripping them apart at the seams.