Silly and immature and beneath them definitely, but it helped ease some of the tension in the room, some of the sadness that was hovering over them like a shroud. Prompto was used to casting those kinds of feelings aside, to push the light through the clouds and this was too much for him, at least, until he'd processed it.

"I can't wrap my head around this Noct. It's just...sorry, I know it should be you and I'm terrible for being so.." Affected, at least, in front of Noct who had his own problem.

"Sorry. I should be focused on you and not-" He shook his head. He had find some of that light, that inner burst of sunshine he seemed to carry around with him.