"Tomorrow," Prompto said, in a big, long, wistful sigh, and he turned around and started walking down the pier for a little more privacy. He could practically hear them giving him a hard time about it already. "We'll finally get there tomorrow, we'll get good and settled in, and then I'll get everything arranged with portalocity, and you'll be there, and it. Will. Be. Perfect."

It was too bad he couldn't just...portal her here through the phone or something. They could sit on the beach, watch the sunset over the ocean...

Aaaaand there was another wistful sigh. With probably many more to still come.