Sure. [ It's about as much as Robby can offer, and--it's not untrue. He had stuck close to someone when he first arrived--albeit, because they had been younger than him. But Robby knows the emptiness of this city, the nothing waiting for the other guy, so he gives him a smile with his agreement, assenting to his point.

Granted, there's still a part of this that's awkward, but fuck it. Robby nods back to the gym to have Prompto follow him when he turns to go in. ] I'd offer to show you around, but there's really jack to show.

[ He could do it anyway, but he's not feeling that nice. He'll hold open the door some so it doesn't slam Prompto's face, and the interior a simple, sleek design: a counter sitting on the left side by some metallic benches with slim cushions, a pair of vending machines that Robby points over to. ] You can get something. Just press in what you want.

[ This he'll be nice about, see if Prompto wants to try out either--the snack machine, or the drinks machine. The hall continues down a corridor that shows dressing room signs, while a door to their immediate right leads visibly into the main gym area. ]