[ some part of him notices that there's someone else in the little shop with him, much closer than a few of the others who've come and gone with whatever they'd decided to take with them. the other part is much more focused on the ice cream he'd dipped into a bowl, debating whether or not to try it. he'd come this far so... the first bite isn't so bad; it's sweet, not too much chocolate to be overpowering, but the second bite is strangely overwhelming in a very weird way. it prompts some kind of memory about melted candy, which then makes him think about noct and the others, and it's a spiral that has him far less interested in the ice cream.

he rubs at his eyes with his free hand, conscious not to press too hard. don't cry. don't cry.

the unexpected, cool touch to his arm causes him to jump, his ice cream doing a flip before landing on the floor at his feet. ]

Shit! Sorry! I, uh. [ he takes a step backwards, pulling away from the other and unconsciously rubbing his palm along his arm. ] I guess I didn't see you there. My bad. [ but that intense sadness has yet to go away, and prompto can still feel it sinking into his chest. don't. cry. ] It's pretty good? I was just thinking about home and –

[ oh. a tear escapes the corner of his eye and slowly starts to roll down his cheek. well. so much for that. ]