[Words couldn't express how glad he was to see Prompto. It's easy to forget they're stuck in hell if he doesn't force himself to remember it--and he doesn't.]

What? Fighting? Pfft. [He shakes his head dismissively like it was a ridiculous question when he knows that's exactly what the hell he's been up to.] Nah, I just..was feeling generous and handing out knuckle sandwiches to some demons. Nothing to worry about.

[And coming from Nero, that meant the exact opposite. Thankfully he's saved by a headache that comes out of nowhere and he's reminded of where they are and what they need to do. He glances at the couch and takes a seat as he massages his temples.]

Ah, fuck. Alright, right. What do we have to confess to each other again? [He was very distracted after seeing Prompto. Who could blame him.]