[Prompto doesn't have an answer right away. Now that the hug is over, he feels awkward and clumsy. He turns towards the window into the library, swinging his arms uselessly, full of hurt that isn't even his.]

Maybe...

[He says it softly, so softly even he doesn't realize he's talking until he hears it, surprising himself. He stills, glancing back at her to see if she even heard him, then turns her way once more, twisting his hands together.]

Maybe just--do what you think she'd want you to do, here. If you can't be there.

[What would Noct do? What would he want him to do?]

It's the only thing I can think to do on my own like this.