"A couple delays and missteps, sure," said Prompto, with a faint laugh, because, yeah, one of those delays had been quite a doozy, on his end, really, "but, yeah! We got there," and there was that slight twitch in his smile, a whole new blur of tears threatening the bottom of his vision, and honestly? The fact that he'd managed to hold it together as well as he had so far was kind of a miracle, "that's what counts. And Summer really did a bang up job of putting it all together."

Which he did feel kind of guilty about, but, really? He was far too busy flailing to have done anything even remotely effective when it came to planning this thing.