[ it definitely has nothing to do with the ice cream plopped on the floor, but prompto can't even figure out how to explain that without sounding a little crazy, rubbing at his face again before automatically accepting the towel the other offers him. this isn't even the worst he's ever cried before. not that he wants to put that on a scale or anything, though that same kind of heaviness is still prominent in his chest. ]

It's cool, [ he says, only struggling somewhat with the words. ] You don't have to get me another one.

[ this time, he offers him a smile as he sniffles and continues to wipe away the wetness on his face with the palm of his hand. never mind he's still holding this guy's towel without even thinking to use it. ]

I just got here, so stuff's been kind of crazy, you know? I guess I just wish it made more sense.

[ because there's so much he has to make up for back home, so many things he wants to do and try to prove to his friends. not only that, what if he's gone so long that they forget him? prompto doesn't want to think about it, but the thought is just so prominently there that it almost hurts to ignore it, swallowing done the emotion that's lodged itself in his throat and taking in a deep breath. something about that motion makes him feel a bit more stable, and now, there's the inkling of embarrassment beginning to creep up the back of his neck. ]

Here. [ he tries to hand back his towel. ] Lemme see if I can find something to clean this up.