"I know we are." Prompto said softly, but that hadn't meant he'd never heard people talk. He ignored them, but he still heard it. He knew what some people thought about people like him. Especially MTs, and he understood, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt.

He wasn't thinking much, and he went where Noctis wanted him to, and if he wanted him to sit on his lap, he could do that. It was a little easier to hug and cling to him like that, admittedly.

"Yeah. He was mad. He wants to know what my orders are. What I'm supposed to get near you for. What happened after. And I couldn't tell him anything. Noct, those things hurt. I don't-" He swallowed.

"Gladio interrupted and made him let go of me." He rubbed his arm where Clarus grabbed him but he didn't think there would be a mark there.