sometimes the biggest daemons aren't the ones in the night for iwillshieldhim

Ever since their run-in with Ravus, the mood within the group had been off. Even Prom's ever sunshine personality hadn't managed to lift everyone's spirits. In fact, things seemed so bad that he had barely spoken up in fear of making things worse. Last thing he wanted was to sour the mood further or have the group's frustration directed at him. He hated it, though. He lived to make other people smile and the fact he was failing at it so terribly made him feel like he had even less to offer the group than he had up until this point.

But... they had the car back. That had to count for something, right? He so desperately wanted to voice that thought, but he somehow managed to stop himself from blurting it out - wanting to avoid the wrath of Ignis or the terror of Gladio if he could.

Eventually Ignis and Noct departed to fetch ingredients - much to Noct's chagrin; leaving Gladio and Prompto to set up camp. Prompto knew what he was about to do was either suicide or the greatest idea known to man ever - most likely the former, but he had to try...

"Alright, Big Guy. Talk. You have totes not been yourself and I'm worried about you."