"It's fine. I'm not that fond of this shirt anyway." An even lamer retort and he wiped his eyes with both hands. He sniffled again and shook his head.

"Yeah, I'm okay just.. floored, you know? I had no idea."

Prompto wanted to hold onto him and never let him go.

That was hardly a rational plan so they would need to think of something better. He could feel a slight headache from all the crying and he was sure he was looking splotchy again.