[ there's something about that casual touch to his hair that causes him to clam up a little, unsure how to take the gesture. the laugh helps, but prompto still isn't sure if it's meant as a relax sort of thing or a you're cute and i've gotta touch you sort of thing. it's all in the context, which he has none of, and either way, he finds himself blushing a bit.

he doesn't hide it well, but he tries by taking another hurried drink from his cup. ]

They can be, [ he manages after a second or two, voice soft. ] I'm guessin' you are too.

[ which is totally not a line, even if it sounds like one. he clears his throat. ]

So, um... what kinda work did you do? Sounds like you tried helping those people when you could. [ always the optimist. ]