[Board games, or something like it, might not go amiss. Best to keep his mind active and busy instead of prowling around the safehouse with vague impatience, even if he doesn't usually whittle his time away with useless endeavors.

But then comes the compliment, which has V blinking over the rim of his mug. A moment of quiet as he lowers his hand, giving Prompto a considering look.]

I had no reason to not speak with you. If I was angry, it would've been anger misguided; anyone could've lost me to the police, you were just in the right place at the wrong time.

Besides, you brought me a cane. I can't stay upset.