[Prompto could very much be a teenager, and was neither any sort of poet with his words or any sort of psychologist, but he wasn't stupid nor lacking in empathy. It was just frustrating sometimes dealing with Ardyn. But his expression turned somber and he swallowed down whatever pride he might have.]
...Sorry.
[Though he didn't completely believe it. No, Ardyn had times on the islands where he was much different. Prompto had seen it with his own eyes.
Which meant that was possible.
But there was one other weird thing that he furrowed his brows at.]
Why would my face make you nostalgic? Or mad?
[There were things he could think of but it was weird. It was rather hard for him to imagine the way things were before he was even born. And nostalgic was such an odd word to use.]
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...Sorry.
[Though he didn't completely believe it. No, Ardyn had times on the islands where he was much different. Prompto had seen it with his own eyes.
Which meant that was possible.
But there was one other weird thing that he furrowed his brows at.]
Why would my face make you nostalgic? Or mad?
[There were things he could think of but it was weird. It was rather hard for him to imagine the way things were before he was even born. And nostalgic was such an odd word to use.]