[ even with the touch, prompto turns his head even more to give him a questioning look. nightmares? that's the first he's heard of something like that. still, he doesn't want to press too much, pushing some of his damp hair out of his eyes. ]

So... people in New York didn't like people with powers? [ that sounds rude, especially when he comes from a world that's open about magic and gods and so many other unusual things. he turns to face peter, looping his arms around his neck. ] You don't have to hide that stuff with me. I don't care about it.