[ surprise flickers across lance's face like lightning on a dark night, his eyes widening a fraction, his hand going still over prompto's hand. slowly, he works a knot in his throat, struggling to swallow around it as his mind starts to wonder oh god, what if it had been keith, but he stops himself almost as soon as he starts. this isn't about him, this is about prompto, and prompto doesn't need to hear any more platitudes about a hopeful future. ]

Listen to me, man.

You, being out here? Doing this much? That's already so much. That's already enough. I know you feel like it won't ever be, or that there's so much more you should be doing... But you're taking care of yourself. You're picking yourself up, and if you aren't, you're trying, you're doing everything Alisaie would want you to do. And that's a lot, Prompto. [ if they truly are alike, he knows that that's one of the things he needs to hear now, again and again. ]

That's enough.