[ Yep, they really are back to the soggy mud and cold rain...his favorite. But for better or for worse, Prompto is a little too distracted by what he's just witnessed to pay too much mind to the dismal conditions. He searches her face, a little tilt of curiosity to his posture, but he doesn't ask the unspoken question between them.
What memories would she have wished to see? ]
...Yeah. Sorry...about that.
[ It's a stupid thing to apologize for, and he knows it - he made no conscious choice to arrive in her memories in that way. But the impulse to apologize is still there, to be a part of something that had taken the control of her own past away from her. He gets...how that can rankle. ]
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What memories would she have wished to see? ]
...Yeah. Sorry...about that.
[ It's a stupid thing to apologize for, and he knows it - he made no conscious choice to arrive in her memories in that way. But the impulse to apologize is still there, to be a part of something that had taken the control of her own past away from her. He gets...how that can rankle. ]
You okay?