"But... how?" He can't help but ask it aloud, though to say he won't go directly to the source would be laughable. Once Prompto's calmed down a bit more. "I mean, the Draconian was there to tell me, but..."

It doesn't make sense to him. He tries to shake off the feelings, but that his friend... No. He wouldn't think like that. Not about family. And if he thought that none of it was true, then he can't blame him for not saying a word. Yet he tried to dissuade him. Even if Ignis doesn't recall it.

It left him feeling more exhausted than he had before.

"I'm not going anywhere." He promised, trying to stifle a yawn. "Except maybe to sleep." It was a lame attempt to lighten the mood, but also kind of serious.