[There's a long pause in which Prompto grimaces a lot and rubs the back of his neck, one hand on his belt, looking away and down and tapping one toe against the earth and, all in all, making of himself the very picture of fidgety discomfort.
Eventually he sighs and forces himself to glance her way again.]
Nnnnnot so much? Not really, no. Kind of... not at all, any of that. Th-that's what they say, anyway. We're sort of just. Stuck here.
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[There's a long pause in which Prompto grimaces a lot and rubs the back of his neck, one hand on his belt, looking away and down and tapping one toe against the earth and, all in all, making of himself the very picture of fidgety discomfort.
Eventually he sighs and forces himself to glance her way again.]
Nnnnnot so much? Not really, no. Kind of... not at all, any of that. Th-that's what they say, anyway. We're sort of just. Stuck here.