[he probably should have told ignis that he found noctis. but--no; this was something he and noctis had to sort out first. it was noctis who pushed him, it was noctis whom prompto couldn't stop thinking about, wondering if the things he had said were true. in the end, he finishes eating the ice cream and throwing the cup into a bin without much preamble, two hours spent glancing about and people watching.]

[only when he meets the other does prompto move, following after him, half hesitant.]

[they sit on a bench on a corridor that is thankfully not being traversed through a lot. prompto's shoulders are stiff, nervous as he considers talking to noctis; what to say? what to do?]

[he breathes out to get rid of all the nervous energy.]

You came looking for me, right?

[he just wants to clarify. his eyes meet noctis's face.]

...I knew you would. It just ... never happened for me. [he frowns] Iggy and I got a theory running-- well, it's a work in progress, more like. That time's all weird for us. I'm-- glad to see you.

Ice cream smeared apron and all.

[a small smile; he's joking a bit. a good sign.]