Cor nods in response to how the others reacted. That's good to know, that they knew and still treated him as a friend. "No, you can't... Takes after his dad like that."

He doesn't look horrified at Prompto's tale. In fact, there's a mix of morbid pride and deep sympathy on his face - like he's listening to a fellow soldier's war story. Which, in a way, he is. "S'called self-defense. You followed your training when you were dealing with that asshole, Besitia." He meant to say it right, but...again, tipsy.

"...shit, though... Knew Clarus was paranoid bout Niffs, but not about to one of our own..." He pats Prompto's shoulder as comforting as possible in his current state.