The thought crossed Prompto's mind that, instead of keeping up, he could just flee, go hide out in the mountains for a while. He'd miss the portal back to Fandom, sure, but this definitely didn't seem to be a bad place to just hang out for a while, if it meant being able to avoid what he expected was going to be some berating on what an insensitive tool he'd been, but, hey, it's not like he was any good at this whole making and being friends stuff. What did she honestly expect from him, anyway? He was just some loser Nif nobody who just happened to get lucky a few times; he didn't even have friends until two years ago and even then, it was just the one. And this was why puppies were better, puppies didn't need to talk, they just needed pets and love and food...

...well, not just, but his mind was clearly wandering as he followed Nina, hands in his pockets, wishing he knew how to just stop his brain and he didn't remember these gazebos being so far away, he was pretty sure they were much closer than this, but then they were there, and he was chewing his lower lip again, and he tried leaning against one of the pillars, but that felt awkward, and so he straightened again, then wished he was still leaning, and, man, they just needed to get this over with.

"...so," he said, an unconscious echo of the start of the conversation Nina's had the day before, electing to rub a hand against the back of his neck instead of fidgeting like he wanted to.