If he remembered this conversation in the morning, he'll take steps to help make the place feel safe for Prompto again. They all kind of needed that after the hell they went through.

There was just two tiny problems with that. And one of them was currently sitting on his lap and he was not able to really think straight. He pulled away at the sound of his name, looked Prompto in the eye...

Eh, screw it.

...and suddenly found his lips meeting Prompto's. In a crowded bar. Which would scream scandal if this were at home but they're in a quiet corner and no one should be looking over here and he really gives zero fucks about it because the alcohol's talking over common sense.