“Can I tell you something?” Prompto asks, turning to face you. He reaches forward, like he’s going to grab your hand, before he drops them back into his lap. “Do you miss us? I mean, I miss you like crazy.” He chuckles to dispel how awkward he feels.

You’d dumped him last month and he hasn’t been able to move on at all. He’s been moping, sulking, avoiding his friends. He’s miserable without you. Prompto just wants you back. He doesn’t even know why you broke up with him.