[Prompto speaks and his voice is almost lost in the fall of the rain. But Noctis can feel him, can feel his hand move over his skin and he tries, desperately, to center himself within that touch. But it doesn't quite work, and he the sound he emits is a mixture of half-choked down sob and his loves named: Prompto.

Of course, it was another bad dream. They had been coming far more rapidly with everything that had taken place in such a short span of time. During the day he could put on a strong front, could act like everything was alright. It was easier, with Ignis, to lie, because he only had to keep it out of his voice. It took far more to keep it from his face and out of his eyes as well.

Here, in the darkness, clinging to Prompto like he was the only thing keeping him together, it was more difficult not to fall apart. Even harder when Prompto rolled over onto his side and cupped his cheek, so gentle and soft, eyes shining up at him through the darkness.]

Yeah I'm - [Fine. But he most definitely wasn't.] I keep seeing here. And no matter what I do, I can never get close to her. It's like I'm being punished for not being there when she needed me.