"Hey, now," said Prompto, a sort-of laugh wrangled out of him, straight through the lump in his throat, his smile somewhat trembling, just like his hand, as he lifted it to Liz's cheek to gently brush away some of those tears, "come on. Don't do that. If you start crying, I'm going to start crying, and we'll all be crying, and then what?"

Yeah, it was already way too late for that. The tears that were gathering in Prompto's eyes clearly had no plans of staying there, which was fine, because they were just blurring his vision, anyway. And now that he didn't feel like the brightness of the entire world was trying to burn those eyes out, he just wanted to just look at Liz, look at her face, and just the fact that it was there, that thumb now brushing a little bit more than just tears, just because it was there and he could.