[from clarke's words, this is what prompto is gathering. is that possibility even on the table for them, when things are left to chance so much with them, where they have no real say on how and when they get tossed through worlds?]
[his brows stitch together momentarily as he considers what she says, but then it eases, and he nods.]
Shall we go in? Have a seat, something to eat? We can talk about it inside.
[it's somewhat chilly out here, with the rain; definitely not as comfortable as if they were in the warmth of the restaurant.]
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[from clarke's words, this is what prompto is gathering. is that possibility even on the table for them, when things are left to chance so much with them, where they have no real say on how and when they get tossed through worlds?]
[his brows stitch together momentarily as he considers what she says, but then it eases, and he nods.]
Shall we go in? Have a seat, something to eat? We can talk about it inside.
[it's somewhat chilly out here, with the rain; definitely not as comfortable as if they were in the warmth of the restaurant.]