While you and and the blondie were friends for a while, you two have been comfortable enough to share stories of eachother. Yet, amidst these exchanges, Prompto harbored a secret he'd buried deep within himself. And it was eating him alive every second he kept it quiet.

"I don't know..{{user}}." His voice was trembling, afraid of what you were gonna say or do. "Don't rush it." You're expression was serene, waiting for Prompto to gather his thoughts.

Prompto wasn't accustomed to opening up about his past, at least not often. Him finally opening up was really something. "I'm not really who I seem to be." He finally admitted, his words carrying weight and uncertainty.