[ The emotion he's choked back all day is weighing on him beneath that normally perfectly apathetic exterior, often struggling to access more than a dismissive sound even when it grows to be too much for him but now? That shielding facet of his personality has cracked, brow furrowed as he tenses -- but far more importantly, relaxes -- into Prompto's hold.

It's slow but his arms drops, hooking itself over Prompto's shoulders with another gentle squeeze. ]

Ahh, you're always... You just worry about stupid stuff. You're my best friend, Prompto; nothing's gonna' change that. Definitely not Niflheim or any of the rest of it.

...

It isn't your fault.