[ Fuck. Fuuuuck. Prompto simply sighs, letting himself rest against Noctis even harder. He sniffled a little. ]

Nah, man. Better now then later, right? Might have said something wrong.

[ But... he didn't. He hadn't cracked any inappropriate jokes, right? He felt his mind racing, going back to days before. Weeks before. He'd kept saying they'd go home and it'd been fine. But he--

Damnit. His leg feels like nothing compared to this. But he decides to at least... joke about that. Maybe loosen the mood, even if he just wants to cry. ]

Well, least you're standing. Not like I can right now.