It had been a lot for a short time, but Prompto thought he was hanging in there well enough, not the least by what happened before they went out. He was at least, still there, but if nothing else drinking would help him turn his brain off for awhile.

He'd regret it in the morning, but that was future Prompto's problem.

"Oh, it's okay." Prompto shook his head. "I saw a lot of memories."

Noctis' memory was so much worse. His own tormented him, and Ignis'...well he'd skipped part of it.

"I'm just kinda...thinking about my memories."