"We can't possibly be talking about the same picture, then," Prompto groused, though he was distinctly turning a little pink and maybe, just maybe, he did have a few moments going back to it thinking something not too dissimilar.

Which had been weird, but also, he knew how hard he'd worked for that, so it was kind of empowering, too.

But mostly just embarrassing.

"But yes," he sat up more, putting his legs over the side of the bed, pushing aside the pillow, " ppease can we talk about something else?"