He's solid. Something solid besides himself and Bahamut's grasp. To say he's relieved is a severe understatement and brings a tear to his eye, but he doesn't shed them. Instead he only holds on tighter in response, almost as if afraid that, like Prompto, he'll slip between his fingers thanks to this place.

"Don't know about that," he mutters, trying to hide the fact he's smirking by resting his chin on Ignis' shoulder. "Pretty sure I'm dreaming right now."

Because how in the Draconian's name does one explain both of them being inside the heart of their Star?