Aaaaand there when that hope, that it was Yang returning with some clothes when the door opened. Prompto had had a lot of rising and crashing hopes in his life before, but this one was definitely going to be on the top of the list, and he shifted a little where he sat as if the blankets could manage to cover him even more than they already would.

"Heeeeeeeeey, Breeeeeq," he said, slowly, eyes going nearly everywhere but her as if she were the one without any clothes instead of him or something, rubbing his wrists a little self-consciously over where his barcode was. Forget the clothes. Someone just get him a pair of gloves or something. Some wristbands. Slap-on bracelets. Anything! "Ummm. Suuuuure?"

She'd asked like walking into your room and offering tea to naked guys on your roommate's bed was a totally normal thing and that smile...It was amazing, really, how Prompto's face always managed to find whole new shades of red for nearly every occassion.

"Yang's getting me some clothes right now," he added, after a moment, as the thought jerked into his brain and figuring he probably owed Breq an explanation. It wasn't, like, he was planning on making a habit out of just hanging out in their room buck-ass naked or anything. Especially not when, you know, he had his own room where he could do that in...