"We'll find a way. We always find a way. We've just... gotta stick together."

It was like a speech from a children's TV show, and Prompto didn't really know how true it was. He didn't have some sort of formulated plan that he could set out in front of Ignis. All he could offer were vague words of assurance. His arms squeezed Ignis tighter. In many ways he understood what it was like to desperately need a hug, and he wasn't going to tease or hold back when Ignis needed one.