[Still sniffling, Prompto scoots closer and switches the hand that's holding Chloe's so he can rub her back, swallowing down his own upset, because Chloe--Chloe is his friend.]
It's okay, we can... if you wanna go some--somewhere else, or hit something, we... anything you need.
[Neither of their rooms are far from the art room. It's not home, none of this can be home, but--it would be less public, at least. She doesn't have to hurt where anyone can see her.]
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It's okay, we can... if you wanna go some--somewhere else, or hit something, we... anything you need.
[Neither of their rooms are far from the art room. It's not home, none of this can be home, but--it would be less public, at least. She doesn't have to hurt where anyone can see her.]