[That bad. Now Prompto hesitates, hands mid-wring, the back of his wrist burning. After a long pause, he swallows and finishes the walk to Ignis's side, sitting down next to him without touching the mug yet.]
It's... it's not about me, is it? What you told Noct?
no subject
It's... it's not about me, is it? What you told Noct?