See, the thing was, even with the most herculean effort possible, something like that would always have at least a little bit of a barb to it when someone was already riddled with guilt about the whole thing. But at least that herculean effort allowed for that little fire of distress spreading across Prompto's chest to feel entirely internal.

And he was really, really proud of the absolute behemoth of effort it took to just push that clenching burn away with a lopsided grin at pretty much the perfect angle.

"Nah, I'm good," he said. "I'd rather just see what's inside."

His curiousity really was gaining a lot of traction here, making the eager glint in his eyes even a genuine one.