[He does not want to talk about the nightmares. They were really bad, and made worse because he could hear everyone else's thoughts as they fought through their own nightmares.

Though talking about how his world views special abilities isn't exactly an easy topic, either. His hands press up against Prompto's back, inwardly amused at their position. Not helpful if they want to shower, but he won't point that out.

Feeling the arms around his neck, he leans in a little]

I noticed. And powers... it's complicated, where I'm from. I was born with my ability, but someone figured out how to manufacture powers. Anyone could have them at the right price. We're all fighting each other, and anyone who doesn't have an ability is scared of us or hates us.

[He leans in even more until their noses are touching]

Doesn't matter so much here, but habits are hard to break.