And Prompto reached over to the table to grab the coffee, almost as if to prove he was going to actually drink it, as much to himself as to Liz. But as he brought it close, he felt his face go pale at how strong and overwhelming the peppermint aroma was, how cloyingly sweet it smelled, and he swallowed down the lump forming in his throat.

It was fine. It would be fine. He's just have some, Liz would understand if he didn't exactly finish it, much less guzzle it down with enthusiasm or vigor right now.

But he did take a sip.

"Wanna keep me company?" he offered. He wasn't really sure if he wanted much of that right now, either, but maybe it would help pull him out of this funk enough for the party, and he definitely didn't want to hurt Liz's feelings or make her feel even worse by sending her off.