Now it's a battle Prom. He's going to ruffle you at some point when your arms are full of wood and you can't defend your hair.

"Whoa now. Don't go gettin your hopes up." But he understood the sentiment. Prompto was always one for creature comforts over sleeping in the tent for weeks on end and it's been months for them.

"None of it's gonna happen if we sit around here gossiping, though. C'mon." Patting Prom's shoulder and he's back on his feet in a moment. They've got work to do.