He took Gladio's advice, leaning into the embrace and focusing on breathing. That was good, and helpful, he'd been trying to do breathing before he was so rudely interrupted.

"I know. No I know." Prompto hurried to speak between breaths, resting his hands on Gladio's shoulders.

"Aranea snapped me out of it." He murmured. All hope had been lost, but she smacked some sense into him and he'd been hopeful before things got bad again.

"I know. I was weak for a minute. Forgive me. Please." Prompto pleaded, but it was things like that that was concerning Noct at the moment.