[Even if it's a lie, and even if he knows better, that's what Prompto needs to hear, just to get through this. Just to make it past the next five minutes, and maybe the five after that, until time isn't something raw and made of stingers, denial, and bloody knives.]
Okay.
[The words, the solidity of food in his hands, the hug... it's enough of a reprieve for Prompto to let go, for a moment, of the absolute grief and terror this day has been. In its place, Prompto finds he's exhausted, worn thin as tissue paper.]
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Okay.
[The words, the solidity of food in his hands, the hug... it's enough of a reprieve for Prompto to let go, for a moment, of the absolute grief and terror this day has been. In its place, Prompto finds he's exhausted, worn thin as tissue paper.]
...Did you eat, too, man...?