Prompto. It was a name Cor hadn't heard for years, but one he thought about often. There was a slim chance that maybe it was a different person with the same name... No. It was too much of a coincidence. After all, Prompto was the son of Verstael Besithia. And if any one person would turn their back on the Empire to try and save the King then the shy, plump boy with kindness in his heart Cor had known all those years ago would definitely be them.

He shook his head at Noctis' question. "I'm afraid not, your highness. Your father was very secretive about the whole thing, only insisting that we focus on protecting the people. I should've known the old fool was up to something."

Prompto quickly realised once he was inside the shop that he didn't actually know enough about his new-found travel mates to know what they even liked to drink. He decided to make a guess. Ebony - the black can (bitter and unsweetened) for Mr Tall, Suave and Terrifying. An orange juice for the Big Guy. Cola for himself and the Prince. And a bottle of water for if... no, when... Regis woke up. He paid for the drinks and headed for the door, bag in hand.

It was to his credit that he managed not to drop said bag when he opened the door and saw Cor standing near Noctis. It... it couldn't be... Why would he be here? Now? For a moment he was at a complete loss of words, before finally managing to squeak out a weak "Uncle Leon?"

Cor's head snapped in the direction of the voice. The lanky, blood-stained, battle-worn youth was not what he expected to see. Long gone was the kid with chunky thighs and chubby cheeks. But it didn't take Cor long to see it was the same boy. The boy he had failed. He opened his mouth to speak, only to have Prompto suddenly lunge at him and cling.

"It's alright, kid. I got you." For a moment Cor looked less like 'the Immortal' and more like a regularly functioning human with emotions. It was a rare sight.