[Apparently it is, because Prompto drops all his tension with a humongous phew.]

Okay. Okay, sorry, I just... it's been a really long couple of days, dude, and throwing this on top is just. It's just a lot.

[He plunks that heavy book on the table and lets his head and arms flop across the surface beside it. It's been less than an hour and he's already exhausted.]

Why does everything happen so much?