Meant as a date that Prompto honestly hadn't even taken seriously back then, much less now, so it was mostly just an attempt to latch onto some sort of common ground, a little nugget of something that showed all they'd been through even with unfulfilled milkshakes.

And it didn't land nearly as well as he'd hoped, so he sighed a little, shifting a little where he sat, which basically meant untucking one leg from underneath the other, then tucking them back in, switching their positions and therefor not really changing much at all.

At this rate, he probably could go around in awkward confusing circles all day, but that didn't mean he should. He took a long, thoughtful sip before saying anything, his eyes generally on the floor in front of Nina, then he bit his lip, chewed on it a little, and let out a short, bolstering breath before looking up at her, as frankly and honestly as he could.

"We really need to talk," he said. "About....about last weekend."