"Really?" asked Prompto, who snorted slightly. "That's all you've got to say about it, huh? Your life is ruined now, just because you had to postpone one date?"

But then he felt kind of bad about saying it like that, so he sighed a little, pushed himself off his chair, and moved so he could sit next to Nina on the bed. "Come on," he said, holding out a hand. "If you're eating ice cream on my bed, you have to at least share. And tell me what's really wrong, because you're too smart to be getting upset over something dumb like having to reschedule."