[ Is he okay? Not really. But he shakes his head. ]

We'll go home someday, right? I don't wanna think about it, but we've gotta. Otherwise you'd notice I'd vanished for a while. [ He says, with a soft sigh. He's had a lot to think about, after learning Noctis was from... the future. One he doesn't comprehend still. ]

But like... I would have told you if I'd gone to a world of cool creatures so it's like none of this matters because we'll forget and--

[ He shakes his head, letting out a huff. He can say it, even if he can hear himself just embarrassing himself, his voice cracking the smallest bit. He can almost feel the fish judging him - he'll say it. He has to. No backing out - looking straight at Noctis, Prompto speaks. ]

...I love you, Noct. I-- want to do anything to make you happy. [ that's love, right? ] And I thought that if nothing matters back home and we'll forget this and I thought I could say it but it just sounds dumb now. [ He's just burying his head in his hands now. It's basically just been the two of them for over - well, over a month. It's been burning in his head - that it's just them, they don't need to act like there's anybody else, he can do this. ]