A shock of blond hair popped into your vision seconds before strong arms wrapped you in a bone-crushing hug.

“You’re alive!” Prompto cried, his hold on you tight as he swayed from side to side. He stroked your hair, a familial smile on his lips as he hugged you. He buried his nose in your shoulder, no doubt having a dopey smile on his features as he held you. You two stood there, basking in one another’s presence for a few minutes more before he pulled back.