[It's pretty unsettling how fast that look disappears, yeah. Prompto would expect that from Ignis, maybe, a diplomat trained to politics and talking pretty. Not from a kid around the same age as 'Kira.]

...Yeah. Listen, um... if you two need some time alone to talk, I can leave. You know what, I was already leaving right now.

[He's on his feet, brushing chicken feed and bits of vegetable matter off his clothes.]

Uh. Talk later, okay? Both of you. I'll. I'll be around. Room number three, that's me.