"Well, you know," said Prompto, a little quietly, "we've all had to make our sacrifices. It..."

He trailed off a little, that mirth that had been there just a second ago drained away, and he bit his lip. His fingers started to trail idly on Liz's arm, already wishing he hadn't said anything. Bringing down the mood like that. The last thing she probably wanted to hear about...the last thing he wanted to talk about was...any of that.

"...hasn't really been easy," he finished. He was quiet for another moment, before he sort of smiled, softly. "We've got time, though," he said, "to work through all the options, I'm sure. Let's get whatever you want. What's good, lately?"