Prompto winced a little, because that definitely seemed to cut straight to the quick of at least one thing that was laying underneath all the excitement and anxiety and happiness. A tightness in his chest joined all the butterflies in his stomach and the frayed feeling in all of his nerves, and he gave a faint smile toward them as if that could help loosen it up.

"I really wish," he said, because if he was going to admit it to anyone, if there was anyone who could really understand, it would be these two, "he could be here for this."