[He grins as Prompto slides into his seat across the table, not at all distracted by his casual look. Though he thinks that the glasses are always quite novel when he sees them.

A glass of water with a single lemon in it already waits for Prompto. Beyond that, he told the server to wait before taking any further orders.]

Don't apologize. I haven't been waiting long.

[If he still notes something red or tired in Prompto's eyes, he chooses perhaps not to ask just yet. Perhaps he already has an idea, and this is a circumstance where it would be better to wait and see if the young man brings it up himself. As such, he decides to focus on the task at hand for now.]

Neither can I. Then I can wear as many layers as I like without others questioning it, hm?

[A chuckle, but then his gaze flickers momentarily to the beach, a rare hestiation, before offering Prompto his usual airy expression.]

In any case... as I said, I wanted to talk to you about certain memories that have graced me recently. We haven't had much time to chat, given all that happened last month.