Well, apparently I'm a whiny child the size of two grapes. [He bumps Yuri's shoulder gently with his own.] But okay. I'll go first.

[It's easier said than done, though. There's so much, and so much of it isn't anything he can even begin to address without breaking down once more. And Prompto's so tired of being broken.

Crossed arms unfold halfway as he slides one hand down the length of his arm, coming to rest over the cloth wristbands he cannibalized out of Chloe's shirts.]

I--uh. Have you been having those dreams, too? The ones that... feel really real?