"Oh. S-sorry..." Hunk trailed off with the apology, wondering just what could've happened to make Prompto, out of all the awesome people he knows, want to dodge the conversation. Obviously nothing good. But the shudder, the way he bit into that sandwich, it made Hunk hurt. His pal needed a reason to smile and leave all that stuff in the dust. Something clicked, and his eyes lit up.

"Prompto, you uh.... you wanna go on a joyride?" And Hunk slaps the side of his Speeder before gesturing with his head towards one of the homemade sidecar-seats. There is a basic seatbelt to keep the passengers from falling out...