It was funny, really, how, in the confusion of everything that had gone on this week, the difficulty of adjusting to things last week had taken a backseat, but now, at the forefront of his mind, Prompto was really realizing how nice it was to just be with Liz again, especially this close, this...together. His eyes sort of roamed over her face as if trying to absorb in every inch to take back with him, his smile soft and grateful, and this time, the hand tucking back her hair lingered a little longer to brush a thumb over her cheek.

"Well," he said, "I guess we better make what we have left of it count."