"Y-yeah," Prompto managed to get out, eventually, negotiating with his own sinking feeling and rubbing his face again, which then lead into rubbing his forehead. "According to my phone, anyway..."

Somehow.

"Fuck," he breathed out, sitting up, staring down at his phone and trying to keep the nausea he was feeling down again. How could there be anything but bile left inside of him, anyway? "Have I been in a timeloop?"