[prompto would like to say something along the lines of being glad that he was in the right place at the wrong time, but that might be a little too much, that anxious feeling of attachment wishing to brim forward as he feels like he's blinding trying to find a place where he has friends like the ones back home. this feels close to it, in a roundabout sort of way, but that's his own problem.]

[he just grins as v takes on his words without intent to embarrass him, but with grace nonetheless.]

Guess it was all worth something in the end.

[for the first time in some days, he hasn't felt the weight of feeling lost and abandoned, ugly feelings rearing their heads when he's at his lowest. he crosses his arms, somewhat embarrassed, adjusting how he's holding his balance on his feet.]

I hope your stay in this world isn't too long, but hopefully it's not a terrible experience in the meantime either.