"As long as you don't mind," Prompto put out there, with a newly worried and already apologetic look across the table, "that I might be kind of...you know...working and not just there to party..."

There was a certain nervousness there, too, not just in the fact that he couldn't really spend as much time with Liz at events like this as he'd want to, but also the realization that, pretty much from here on in, he had the potential to be a part of history. He wasn't just some rando on the street, he was at the side of the future king of Lucis, who was joining forces with a province of Niflheim. This was big stuff, and it was...incredibly intimidating. A part of him almost couldn't even wrap his head around it.