"Me, neither," Prompto admitted, like it was some big secret, smiling softly back at Liz, and taking advantage of just being able to look at her a little more, unnecessarily brushing a bit of hair away from her face, just as an excuse to touch it, to swoop his finger gently around her ear and bring it back along her chin. "It's perfect."

Well. He could probably do without the oppressive weight of dread for it ending that was heavy on his chest, but it was a very, very small price to pay.

He was also, in light of everything, starting to realize that he hadn't eaten in a while, there was a different kind of hunger starting to take over, but he'd happily put up with it right now, if only because it was serving as proof that this wasn't a dream, you didn't get hunger pangs in dreams...well, he supposed you could, but not like this, it grounded everything in reality in a way that he couldn't help but dare start to actually believe it.