And even though they'd made it through the night without having found themselves brutally thrown back into their tragically separate worlds, Prompto still wasn't sure this was real, and it showed, with the way he kissed Liz like he would never have the opportunity to do so again, like if he pulled away for anything longer than a breath, it would break the spell and everything would just vanish.

Eventually, the other thoughts would start to come in, the dizzying logistics, the questions of what he'd left behind, of what happened, of why he found himself back here, of Ignis and Gladio and Noctis and Eos....but, for now, in this moment it, it was just her and only her and his own desperate need for it to just stay this real.