"Hey..." Soft but insistent and he scoots a little close, reaching out to brush his fingers over Prom's arm. But he stops himself from lingering too much, doesn't push for more. "It's a shit situation, those people deserved better."

A pause and his breath wavers slightly, the faintest wheeze of debris in his chest, because it just... hurts so much to stop himself from reaching out. It's not a lie, there's no words, but it's still stifling. "You deserve better than that, Prom. You're more than that, dude, you always have been."

He has to stop there, clearing his throat slightly, forcing a cough even though nothing wants to come up. His fingers reach out to settle over Ignis' leg, curling in his pants, scared and uncertain. If he can't be the strong one, be their comfort, their protector... then what is he even doing here, intruding on things?

It's not him Prompto wants reassurances from.

"Look if you just... wanna talk to Iggy about this-" He coughs again, for real this time, shakes his head, trying to dismiss it. "It's okay, Prom. I can... get out of your hair." He even tries for making it sound teasing, playful, easier to dismiss. Because it doesn't matter if it hurts or makes him uncomfortable, what's more important is what will make Prompto feel better.