And all that punctuation made him flinch a little, and then, briefly, he wondered if the whole fact that she was making him so unhappy right now was enough to implicate her on the influence alone. It wasn't as if he liked having to do this! It was for her own good!

But...he could....he could have been wrong, right? Maybe he really was wrong. Maybe he was the unhappy one who should--

--no. No way. He had been so happy, like, all week. It was definitely her.

"Nina," he said, looking intently, pleadingly, into those big and earnest eyes. "You're not...lying to me right now...are you?"

She wouldn't....she wouldn't lie to him like that, would she? He was Prompto, he was one of her best friends, they were part of a team, he was her brother...