Prompto winced, as he realized he might need to do a little bit more of a balancing act, between making David feel comfortable and safe and Liz also feeling the same. He shot her an apologetic look, a sympathetic one, a if I could go over there right now and hug you, I would look, but he tried to keep his attention mostly on David, and he started to gently guide the kid over toward the kitchen.

"We do," he confirmed. "Her name's Noctra, we named her after..." He felt an odd little twinge in his chest, especially considering all the dreams he'd been having about him lately, "...a very good friend of mine who also died, making a great sacrifice that actually allowed me to come back here to your sister after a very, very long war. But that's kind of a long story, and we haven't even gotten you your drink ye--"

Was it, somehow, mentioning him that caused it? Or was it mere poetic coincidence, that as Prompto spoke, his phone began to ring. But he was busy right now, so he was going to ignore it, although there was a little nagging tickle at the back of his brain that said that no one would be calling him at this hour unless it was something important.

But this was important, too.

"So what do you like? Just water? Soda? Some orange juice? Capri Sun?"

What? Prompto loved those things!