[ prompto gives him a nod, easing up the pressure of his hand on his own face, and then, feeling he should probably say something, lowers it to give him the slightest smile. ]

Yeah, I'm good. Sorry. [ apologizing again because he thinks that's a good way to start a conversation. ] Pretty weird thing to say, huh? I really wasn't expecting to tell a stranger all of that.

[ and not make sense? he's trying to skirt the topic. ]

I'm gonna assume that's not normal around here?