[There's something achingly tragic in listening to this, to the way Izunia describes his wife--the reasons he married her, what they built together, their family, all somehow without coming together themselves. Like a long-distance relationship conducted in the same house. The same life.

It's like the opposite of Noct and Lady Lunafreya, whose hearts lived twined together in the diary Umbra brought them, no matter where they went, no matter how long it'd been since they saw each other last. No, Prompto thinks. It's like his own family. A child left alone in a dark house. Was that something his parents did, too--forget to allow themselves to get close to him?

He doesn't let any of that surface. After a pause, he just reaches across to pat Izunia's shoulder.]

Plenty of fish in the sea, dude. Now that you're, you know, back on "the outside," I bet you'll get another chance, whether you're looking for it or not.

[He settles back into his seat, arms crossed on the table, looking conspiratorial.]

Though, seriously, you can't have Ignis. Dude's been spoken for for like, sixteen years, sorry!