Me neither. Like... it's just not a thing we ever did. Me and the guys.

[They all knew how the others were feeling; they were all there, always, constantly on top of each other in the tent and the car and the motel rooms. They all lost the same home. All suffered the same injuries.

But maybe not talking is what left them so messed up, after Altissia. Prompto breathes out slow and tips his head back against the wall, looking forward instead of at Yuri.]

I can go first if you don't want to. Sort of... test the waters, maybe?