What emerged from Prompto at that moment was half groan, half whimper, half chuckle (yes, he knew how many halves that was!), which should have been more than enough to confirm Sabine's guess, but he still added, for good measure, "Definitely that kind of trip, yeah..."

There was a sigh that followed, though, that was complete contentment, no halves about it, and he lifted his head enough to look at her, grin crookedly, and then, somewhat reluctantly, push himself up so that he was sitting up a bit on his elbows. "Hey, Sabine," he greeted. "How's it going?"

He'd ask if he missed anything really good, but he knew that he didn't, because Nina would have assaulted his phone with all caps and punctuation if he had.