[the hand over dante's shoulder becomes friendlier, becoming a whole arm around the other's shoulders; companionable, by all means.]

And it only cost me one broken nose. Hey, friends go all the way for friends, no regrets about it.

[it's easy to tell with prompto when things are left as forgiven.]

I'll be honest with you though, I've never had any of these so called memories come back to me... [he leans now against the other, pondering, annoyingly resting his weight onto dante.] Dunno if I'm lucky or if I'm feeling left out. What's up with that?