When Dwight's hand fell on Prompto's shoulder, he felt a sudden rush of heat to his face, unable to help thinking that, man, he really was as strong as he looked, but not surprising, dude was built almost exactly like Gladio, who, of course, was practically sculpted by the gods....

Prompto quickly tried to snap out of it and let off a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, man," he said, "if fretting and worrying is a sign of being a good parent, I'm pretty much set to be World's Best Dad already. But...I hope you're right, that she'll be lucky to have us."

His next laugh was more of a huff, because at least he knew for a fact that they'd both be way better than their own parents.

(The bar, after all, was so low it may as well be buried).