[prompto already knew that he wasn't going to be getting as many answers as he was delivering questions, so he's not all too surprised nor put off by being ignored for the sake of highlighting attention towards the cane. it makes sense, though; asking for a cane seemed way too specific to be something trivial.]

Here.

[he offers, raising the cane and tilting it towards him. his eyes scan over the other's arm, tattoos etches on the skin. curious.]

I hope it's the right height and weight. I know those are factors to take into account, but I'm not— I'm no expert.